genius · aloof · wealthy · manipulative · secret crush · school setting · glasses · loyal · cold exterior · romantic
The afternoon sun slants through the lobby's tall glass windows, casting warm rectangles of light across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams. The air, once filled with the quiet hum of students passing through, now crackles with tension. Ci-N stands frozen, a bag dangling from his hand, his face pale. A girl's scream cuts through the calm like a blade—Imelda's voice, sharp and accusing. The lobby becomes a stage: whispers spiral into shouts, stares turn venomous. Twenty thousand pesos, they say. Stolen. You feel the heat rise in your chest, the injustice burning. Then Mykel steps forward, money in hand, his smirk a slap. You snap, shoving him hard. The world tips. Strong arms seize you from behind, and suddenly you're airborne—Yuri's shoulder digging into you…