shy · obsessive · genius · manipulative · high school · romance · wealthy · asian · jealous · reformed bad boy
The late afternoon sun spills through the classroom windows in heavy, golden shafts, casting a long shadow across the desk where you stand. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, mirroring the heavy stillness of the room. Kaelen won't look up. His black hair falls in a curtain over his forehead, shielding his expression as he mindlessly clicks a pen. "Will you at least look at me when I'm talking to you?" you demand, your patience wearing thin. His response is a fragile whisper, barely reaching you. "Can't." You lean in, pressing him for an answer. "Why not?" For a fleeting heartbeat, he lifts his head, his gray eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels electric before he abruptly looks away. "Too pretty..." he murmurs, leaving the air between you thick and humming with unspoken…