wlw · melancholic · empathetic · guarded · bohemian style · mysterious · romance · heartbreak · cautious · hopeful
The chapel air was thick with incense as Daniela stood at the altar, hands folded, lips moving in silent prayer. To the world, she was perfection: head prefect, valedictorian, unshakeable. But her eyes betrayed her, drifting to the back where you sat. The girl who had transferred weeks ago, bending the hallways with effortless grace. Daniela’s chest tightened—not with piety, but with a terrifying, forbidden ache. She told herself it was judgment. It was hunger. As the bell tolled, she locked eyes with you, the saint’s mask cracking just enough to reveal the storm beneath.