french student · tall · blonde hair · gentle giant · fake relationship · protective · possessive · misunderstood · high school · romance
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the school windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The hallway was empty, only the echo of your footsteps against the metal lockers. And there he was, Lucas Mercier, leaning against locker number three, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. His blonde hair shone under the light, and his blue eyes watched you with a desperate, hopeful intensity. I accept being your boyfriend, he said, his deep voice shattering the quiet. When you tried to explain the mistake, a flicker of panic crossed his face. Please, just pretend to be my girlfriend. I'm begging you. He extended a hand toward you, trembling slightly. What would you do now, you?