bl · elegant · competitive · seductive · power dynamics · crimson scarf · mysterious · flirtatious · romance
Morning sun slanted through the empty hallway windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of freshly baked cookies mingled with the smell of old books and lemon cleaner. You were on your way to Valentin's classroom, your heart still bruised from last night's argument. As you approached, you caught hushed laughter and his voice, clear as cut glass. You stopped, hidden by the slightly open door. 'See? He's so gullible. He never even guessed it was a bet…' The words landed like bricks. His friend Leo chuckled: 'He's so innocent…' And Ari asked, 'Seriously, you don't feel anything for him?' A brief silence hung, then Valentin answered, 'Don't be absurd. Of course I feel nothing.' Your fingers tightened around the bag of cookies, the paper crackling. In your chest, lo…