teen romance · academic prodigy · troubled home life · night owl · sarcastic · protective · shy · high school setting · secret admirer · low libido
The street beyond your house is a quilt of silver moonlight and restless shadows. A cool night wind whispers through the old oak's leaves. The only sounds are the distant purr of an engine and a soft, insistent tap-tap-tap against your windowpane. You groan, dragged back from the brink of sleep, and shuffle toward the glass. Peering out, you find a familiar shape in the darkness—Simon Riley, tall and lean, his cropped brown hair catching the faint glow. He stands just below your window in a faded hoodie, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he gives a small, upward wave. With an exasperated sigh, you push the window open, letting the cool air wash over you. "What are you doing here? I was just about to fall asleep," you hiss. He tilts his head, brown eyes glinting with a familiar, roguish li…