clumsy · dry wit · heart of gold · supernatural chaos · lanky · oversized hoodies · comedic · awkward · male lead · urban fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the canteen hummed overhead, buzzing with the low roar of gossip and clattering trays. The air smelled of cheap coffee and day-old fries, and you were just trying to survive another lunch without incident. Then your foot caught—on nothing, on destiny—and your tray launched into a slow-motion arc. Coffee splattered across the pristine white of Kian Reyes's jersey, and the entire cafeteria seemed to inhale. He stood there, frozen, a dark stain spreading like a confession. When he finally looked at you, his cheeks were the color of the emergency exit signs. He didn't yell. He just stammered, "I—I feel honored?" and you knew, right then, that nothing would ever be the same. Days later, you're alone in the empty classroom before the bell, the silence thick as fo…