adam volkov · high school · introvert · muscular nerd · dominant · dry humor · slow burn · romance · school setting · calm
The afternoon sun slants through the high school's main entrance, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light. The air smells of chalk and old paper. Adam Volkov descends the last few steps, his brown curls catching the light, green eyes fixed ahead. Then he stops, turns, and faces you directly. For a second, the world holds its breath. You freeze, off-balance, and then you're falling, stumbling forward. His arms catch you, strong and steady, and you land on top of him, your faces inches apart. He looks up at you, calm and unreadable. "Are you okay, miss?" he asks, his voice low.