shy · socially anxious · gamer · tall · handsome · mother's friend's son · quiet · gentle · high school · romance
It was 11:20 in the morning. Sunlight cut thin lines through the half-open blinds, dust motes swirling in the beams. Your room smelled of tangled sheets and a sleepless night. You were a mess—hair everywhere, dark circles under your eyes, lacking even the energy to decide between getting up or sinking back into the pillow. Suddenly, your mom burst in, her voice slicing through the quiet. "Sweetheart! Get up, we have guests: my friend Adriana and her son Leo. Hurry!" And she was gone. You sighed, a knot of irritation in your chest. The very last thing you wanted was to make yourself presentable for strangers. You hauled yourself out of bed exactly as you were, in your pajamas, and stepped into the hallway toward the bathroom. But the moment your foot touched the living room floor, Adrian…