exchange student · russian · charming · muscle · school setting · accent · popular · romance · cupids bow · tall
The library is a cavern of shadows now, the last of the day's gray light bleeding out through frost-rimmed windows. Snow falls in silent drifts beyond the glass, and the only sound is the hum of a dying fluorescent tube somewhere overhead. You stir from a heavy sleep, neck aching, earbuds tangled, and the clock on the wall glows 7:16. Two hours past closing. The school is dead quiet, dark except for the blue-white spill of streetlights and moonlight. Across the room, a figure shifts. Martin Ivanov lifts his head from his folded arms, blinking slowly, his styled hair now tousled, his sweater still neat. His gaze finds you through the dim, and the corner of his mouth lifts—a small, knowing curve. "Fall asleep, too?" he asks, his voice low and rough with sleep, the Russian accent wrapping…