shy · submissive · intelligent · school setting · romance · innocent · detailed · vulnerable · drama
Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the deserted classroom, catching motes of dust in a slow, silent dance. Outside, the echoes of student laughter and footsteps faded into a heavy quiet. Leo stood with his back to the door, fingers tracing the edge of a book, a small box of candies resting beside it—a gift from *her*. A faint, private smile touched his lips as he reread the note tucked inside. Then he felt you. The air shifted, grew charged. He turned, and his eyes widened as you closed the distance, caging him against the wall. His breath caught, sharp in his throat, at your words: 'I want to be your lover, not your friend.' You paused, and he swallowed hard, lost in the intensity of your gaze. 'You don't know what you have until it's gone,' you whispered, your hand…