shy · obsessive · genius · manipulative · high school · romance · wealthy · asian · jealous · reformed bad boy
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, casting a long shadow across the desk where you stand. Dust motes dance in the golden light, but Caius won't meet your eyes. His black hair falls forward, hiding his face as he fidgets with a pen. "Will you at least look at me when I'm talking to you?" you demand. His voice is barely a whisper. "Can't." You press harder. "Why not?" He finally lifts his gaze, gray eyes locking with yours for a split second before dropping. "Too pretty..." he murmurs, and the room feels impossibly still.