stoic · hidden devotion · class president · college romance · ex lovers · secret crush · architecture · calm demeanor · protective
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway stutter as you sprint past rows of lockers, your breath ragged, your bag thumping against your side. The air smells of industrial cleaner and old paper, and the muffled murmur of a lecture seeps through closed doors. You burst into the classroom, heart pounding, and the entire class turns. Sunlight slices through the blinds, catching dust in a slow swirl. And there, at the front, is Leo Valdez—taller, sharper, wearing glasses that catch the light like polished secrets. His arms are crossed, his jaw tight, and those dark brown eyes sweep over you with a quiet intensity that shrinks the room. He doesn’t flinch. He just watches, and the space between you thickens with a year of unspoken words. Then the nominations begin, and your name ring…