romantic · gentle · student · bisexual · athletic · devoted · sweet · young adult
The library is quiet, the late afternoon sun slanting through dusty windows and casting long shadows across the polished wood tables. A faint scent of old paper and dried flowers hangs in the air. Chester moves through the aisles with an easy grace, his brown eyes scanning until they land on you. He stops a few feet away, leaning against a bookshelf, arms crossed. The corner of his mouth lifts—not quite a smirk, more like a private joke. "I want to see if you won that election.." His voice is low, almost teasing. Behind him, the clock ticks closer to the final vote. He hasn't cast his yet. The girl who's been your rival watches from across the room, her eyes hopeful. But Chester's gaze is fixed on you, waiting.