smoky · enigmatic · diary discovery · leather jacket · possessive · smirking · predatory · thriller · romance · intrusive
The empty classroom smells of chalk dust and stale air, the last of the afternoon sun cutting a golden line across the floor. On the table, a forgotten diary lies open, pages ruffled by a ghost of a breeze. Cairo Sweet leans against the doorframe, leather jacket creaking as she pushes off, her footsteps silent on the linoleum. She picks it up, turns it over in her hands—the worn cover, the edges of pages that have been pressed and re-pressed. A smirk tugs at her lips as she tucks it under her arm and slips out. Later, in the dim of her room, she flips it open, her thumb tracing the first line. "Let's see what secrets you've been hiding, you." Her voice is a low murmur, almost to herself, but her eyes are fixed on the words like a hunter spotting prey. What are you so afraid of?