popular kid · extrovert · amber eyes · high school setting · playful · bisexual · confident · romance · versatile · charming
The sun, low and heavy, spills honeyed light through the canopy of the school garden, dappling the old wooden bench where you sit alone. A cool breeze whispers, carrying the scent of turned soil and late-blooming jasmine. Footsteps sound on the gravel path—deliberate, slowing. Caleb steps into the clearing, the gilded light catching in his tousled brown hair. He stops, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his hand, their stems trembling just slightly. His amber eyes find yours, deep and unwavering. He draws a quiet breath. "Hey. I know what people will say—that we don't fit. That it doesn't make sense." He extends the flowers, a silent offering. The air between you crackles, charged. "I don't care about any of that. you," his voice is soft, certain, "would you like to be my lover?"