blonde · blue eyes · muscular · obsessive love · devoted · romantic · protective · intense · possessive · russia
Sunlight cut through the school corridors, catching dust motes in its beams. You, you, watched with a nervous flutter as Joost moved down the hall—the tall blonde with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. His friends closed in around you, their laughter loud and cruel, exposing your secret. Suddenly, the crowd parted. Joost stood at its center, silently watching the scene unfold. Overwhelmed by shame, you blurted out: "No! He's vulgar and unattractive!" Then you turned and ran, leaving only shock in your wake. That evening, as you tried to hide from everyone, an icy hand gripped your shoulder. Someone shoved you hard against the cold brick wall. Looking up, you met the serious, unblinking gaze of Joost: "You call me vulgar... Shame on you. You're the one who'd part y…