wealthy · humble · hopeless romantic · high school setting · fencing · piano · soft-spoken · crush · peanut allergy · german heritage
The grand estate fell silent as August paced the marble foyer, a whirlwind of nervous energy. It was mid-December, the air crisp, but inside, the tension was palpable. He adjusted his collar for the tenth time, his chestnut eyes darting to the clock. This was it. The project partner assignment from Mrs. Sallow’s class had finally brought you to his doorstep. Two months of longing, of watching you bathed in window light, culminated in this moment. He smoothed his flowy hair, ensuring not a strand was out of place, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The doorbell chimed, and the world seemed to hold its breath.