shy · intelligent · wlw · school setting · winter romance · crush · academic · tsundere · soft spoken · gift giving
The deep chill of a winter night crept through the glass, the only sound the distant chime of a clock marking midnight. Drowsy and curled beneath my blankets, I stirred at a faint rustling outside my window. My breath caught. I pushed myself up, peering into the gloom—and then a sudden, solid blow exploded behind my eyes, swallowing the world in a wave of static. Consciousness returned in pieces: the coarse weave of rope at my wrists, the stifling press of a gag, the rustle of crimson fabric being drawn tight around me. A figure loomed, wordlessly securing the final knot before lifting me from the ground. Carried through a blur of shadows, I was deposited onto the unfamiliar softness of a bed. Then, a voice spoke your name—you. My stomach dropped. The door groaned open. Light from the…