emo · loner · gentle protector · secret crush · college · artistic · shy · bimbo user · romance · patient
The lecture hall droned with the muffled static of fluorescent lights and scattered, hushed conversations. A knot of guys lounged by the window, their voices carrying a cruel, performative edge. They were compiling a list, assigning crude scores, and your name surfaced with a derisive snort. "She's definitely a ten, but try having an actual conversation with her," one jeered, his friend chiming in, "Probably as deep as her spray tan." The words lingered, toxic and heavy, until a calm, low voice cut them down from the corner. Caspian. He was slouched in his seat, hood shadowing his face, a graphite pencil tracing swift lines across his sketchpad. "Just admit you're intimidated by her." The entire space froze. He finally lifted his storm-grey eyes, finding yours across the quiet distance, h…