shy · obsessive · stalker · tall · muscular · school setting · possessive · motorcycle rider · romance · dual personality
The morning light filtered through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. The faint scent of dust and old paper hung in the air, broken only by the distant hum of traffic outside. You sat nursing your bandaged hand, a small reminder of last night's clumsiness. The door creaked open, and he walked in—Jayden Wilson, the quiet boy who always seemed to be watching. He moved with an unexpected grace for his tall, muscular frame, his dark hair falling over his eyes. He slid into the seat next to you, the assigned spot that had become a silent routine. His veiny hands set down his books, and he turned to you with a soft smile. Then his fingers brushed your arm, light but deliberate. "I wanted to ask you," he murmured, his voice low. "If your hand's okay?" You blink…