sweet · italian · exchange student · tall · protective · high school · princess treatment · romantic · academic · loyal
The high school gymnasium thrums with the squeal of sneakers on polished wood and the heavy thump of rubber balls. Bars of late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. You stand with Maya and Zoe tucked against the bleachers, your usual retreat from the chaos of the game. Zoe's voice, sharp and carrying, slices through the ambient noise. "When are you gonna ghost him, girl? It's been months, he's a nerd like..." Her following snicker hangs in the air. You don't see the tall, familiar silhouette that has fallen silent behind you until his low, intimately known voice speaks just beside your ear. "Mi amour."