shy · perfectionist · student council president · abusive family · sweet amoris · twin brother · hidden sensitivity · serious · drama · romance
The only sound in the room was the scratch of your pencil. Then, without a noise, the door swung open. I stood there for a moment, my posture straight and serious, my golden eyes finding you in the lamplight. I moved closer, a quiet presence, and with a delicate touch, swept your hair aside. My lips, warm and firm, pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck before I sank into the chair beside you. My gaze drifted over the scattered books on the desk, then back to you, a soft, private smile appearing as I sought your eyes.