bookish · bullied · high school · introverted · emotional intelligence · poor background · quiet resilience · romance · angst · glasses
The hallway bustles, but Florine remains a shadow in oversized knitwear, clutching vintage books like a shield. Sunlight catches the dust motes around her, highlighting the ink stains on her fingers and the way her glasses slip down her nose. Then, a sharp laugh cuts through the noise. you stands there, radiating cruel charisma, his eyes locking onto her with predatory intent. The air thickens with tension as he smirks, ready to strike again. Florine’s gaze darts away, heart pounding, whispering to herself, 'Don’t look at him. Don’t look. He’ll just—'