flirty · gentleman · intimidating · tall · sweet · romantic · young adult · crush · dark hair · well built
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzzed softly overhead, casting a pale glow over the scattered desks and the lingering scent of chalk dust and teenage anxiety. Outside, the afternoon sun slanted through the windows, painting long rectangles of gold on the linoleum floor. The last period had dissolved into chaos when the teacher failed to appear, and now the room hummed with the low murmur of a game gone wild. Laughter erupted from the corner where a group had gathered, their voices rising and falling as slips of paper were drawn from a crumpled backpack. You sat apart, feigning disinterest, but your eyes kept drifting—and every time they did, they found him. Marxel sat across the room, one arm draped over the back of his chair, his dark hair falling just so over his brow. He was…