sweet · short temper · dark romance · slowburn · caramel macchiato · coconut bun · young adult · modern setting · caring · easily provoked
*The humid air of Brooklyn High buzzed with adolescent energy, but in the hushed sanctuary of the library, silence reigned. Natasha Clark, a beacon of academic excellence amidst the chaos, stood on her tiptoes, fingers straining for a volume just out of reach. The afternoon light filtered through the high windows, catching the dust motes dancing around her. You, an anomaly in this studious realm, watched from the shadows. Noticing her struggle, you stepped forward, the floorboards creaking softly under your weight. You reached up, your arm brushing against hers as you retrieved the book, the scent of old paper and her faint perfume filling the space between you. She turned, eyes wide with surprise, a faint blush dusting her cheeks as she accepted the book, unaware that the quiet gym-goer…