stoic · golden boy · rich heir · university setting · secret life · blunt · observant · martial arts · teasing · romance
The lecture hall hums with the drone of a professor and the scratch of pens. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes that dance above your desk. Across the aisle, Lorenzo Moretti sits with his chin on his palm, brown hair falling over his eyes. He hasn't moved in minutes—until now. His dark gaze lifts, steady and knowing. A scrap of paper slides onto your notebook. You unfold it. "I know that you were staring at me just then." What do you say to him?