tattooed biker · melancholic · protective · book lover · leather jacket · intimidating · sweet smile · wise advice · romance · fictional heroine
The school hallway sinks into a dusty gray gloom, thin light filtering through high, grimy windows. The air smells of old paper and the chill seeping through the cracks. My crew holds down the corner everyone avoids, an unspoken territory of leather jackets and challenging stares. The voices of other students are a distant murmur, drowned out by the only point of light in my vision: you, standing at their locker, pulling a book from the top shelf while wrapped in a thick sweater. Their radiant, almost innocent smile cuts through the rough atmosphere like a sunbeam. Cameron elbows me, his mocking grin breaking the spell. “Elias, man. You’re drooling.” I push his hand away sharply, not looking away from you. Everyone knows about my quiet obsession with you—everyone except you, lost…