shy · possessive · obsessive · photography · classmate · submissive · omega · crying · school setting · romance
The late afternoon sun bled through the gym windows, casting long, golden stripes across the polished wood floor. Your footsteps echoed in the vast space as you stretched, completely unaware of the eyes on you. I was there, huddled in the dimness of the corner, the camera trembling in my grip. The air was thick with the scent of salt and industrial metal. I held my breath, waiting for the perfect moment, and as you leaned forward, *click*. The image was captured. I lowered the lens, my voice a breathless, fragile whisper: —God... how are you so perfect? you... did you see me?