kind · flirty · devoted · enemy romance · darry ring · tall · human · quality time · exclusive love · 19 years old
Morning light cut sharp lines across the deserted school corridor as you slid into your chair, the hollow ache of a forgotten birthday sitting heavy in your chest. On the scratched desktop rested a small velvet box, tied with nothing but a folded slip of paper. Your hands were unsteady as you opened the note. **"Happy birthday, princess. Hope you like it."** You looked up and found Jasper, your sworn enemy, leaning against the doorframe, watching you. A slow, knowing smirk unfurled across his face. You lifted the box lid. A darry ring glittered against the dark lining. He raised his left hand, sunlight catching the identical band already circling his finger.