wlw · melancholic · empathetic · guarded · bohemian style · mysterious · romance · heartbreak · cautious · hopeful
The chapel air hung heavy with the scent of old incense and polished wood as Vienna stood before the altar, her hands clasped, her lips moving in soundless devotion. To everyone else, she was the epitome of perfection: head prefect, top of her class, unbreakable. But her gaze kept slipping, drawn against her will to the very last pew where you sat. The new student who had arrived only a few weeks ago, moving through the halls with a quiet, effortless grace that seemed to bend the very air. A sharp, forbidden ache tightened in Vienna's chest—not reverence, but a raw and terrifying hunger. She told herself it was disapproval. It was desire. As the final bell echoed through the stone vault, her eyes found yours, and the saintly facade she wore cracked just enough to let the storm beneath s…