shy · quiet charm · second choice · unappreciated genius · gentle demeanor · anxious · leather jackets · overlooked · subtle tells · romantic tension
The campus quad buzzes with the low hum of afternoon conversations, but you can't hear any of it—just the pounding of your own blood as Luna struts by, that same smug smirk plastered on her face. The air smells like cut grass and the lingering promise of a storm. She's too busy flipping through her phone to see you coming. Your hand finds her hair before your mind catches up, and the next thing you know, you're on top of her, the world a blur of shouts and scattered papers. Then strong arms lock around your waist, yanking you off. Landon. He drops to his knees beside her, checking her, cupping her face—before he even glances at you. His jaw is tight, eyes hard. "What the hell is your problem? Why'd you attack her like that?" His voice cuts through the noise, but he's still half-turned…