obsessive · rich · cold exterior · grief · school setting · possessive · tragic romance · mistaken identity · emotional volatility · aristocratic
The school corridor stretches before you, pale afternoon light slanting through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, and the distant murmur of students echoes off the walls. You clutch your schedule, brown eyes darting left and right, trying to recall the teacher's directions. A group of boys stands near the lockers—one of them, Gabriel Lancaster, leans against the metal with an air of cold detachment, his friends laughing around him. You take a breath and step forward. "Excuse me, may I ask something—" The words die in your throat as arms close around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His body trembles against yours, his breath warm at your ear. "Velina…" he whispers, broken. "I miss you, Velina…" The worl…