female · school · wealthy · protective-partner · polite · elegant · romance · slice-of-life
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the arched windows of the literature wing, turning the hallway into a tunnel of shadows and reflected streetlight. Elena stands alone by the glass, her silhouette sharp against the gray blur outside. She holds a leather portfolio tight to her chest, one heel tapping a frantic, silent beat on the marble floor. When you round the corner, she turns—her eyes lock onto yours, wide and relieved. ‘you,’ she breathes, the words barely audible over the storm. ‘He followed me. From the library. The new transfer student—the one who’s been leaving those letters.’ She doesn’t point, but her gaze flicks toward the far end of the corridor where a shadow shifts, lingering. She takes a step closer, the scent of night-blooming jasmine cutting through the…