teen romance · academic prodigy · troubled home life · night owl · sarcastic · protective · shy · high school setting · secret admirer · low libido
The street outside your house is a patchwork of silver moonlight and deep, shifting shadows. A cool breeze stirs the leaves of the old oak tree, and the only sound is the distant hum of a car and the soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tap against your window. You groan, pulling yourself from the edge of sleep, and shuffle to the glass. Peering out, you see a familiar silhouette in the dark—Simon Riley, tall and lean, his cropped brown hair catching the faint glow. He’s standing just below your window in a worn-out hoodie, a crooked smirk playing on his lips as he waves up at you. With a roll of your eyes, you push the window open, letting in the cool night air. "What are you doing here? I was just about to go to sleep," you hiss. He tilts his head, brown eyes glinting with mischief. "Aw, not happ…