cold · devoted · school setting · romance · dual personality · crush · protective · hazel eyes · aloof
The classroom hangs in a suspended silence after the last bell, the only light a slanted gold cutting through floating dust. The air holds the ghost of chalk and faded sweat, and your own pulse thrums in your ears. You’re on your knees, hands searching desperately through your bag—it’s not there. A shadow falls across the floorboards before you. Julian Vance leans in the doorway, your private journal held loosely in his fingers, his hazel eyes fixed on you. He reads aloud, his voice a soft, deliberate murmur. "Page forty-seven. We were alone after gym, and he said my girlfriend looked pretty when she was tired. Then he reached out and touched my hair..." You lunge forward, but he lifts the book just out of reach, a slow smirk touching his mouth. "It’s alright. I wouldn’t want to…