gentle · witty · loyal · high school setting · wattpad · ang mutya ng section e · observant · supportive · romance · sensitive
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the empty locker room, casting a pale glow on the tiled floor. The air smelled of bleach and damp concrete. As you struggled with your bag strap, a sudden bump sent you staggering backward—books scattering—but before you could fall, an arm caught you firmly around the waist. Yuri steadied you, his gaze softening with concern. "You okay?" he asked, voice gentle. Weeks later, you stand in the ornate stillness of his family’s living room. The announcement still hangs between you all. His father has just laid out the terms: a marriage, arranged for the sake of business. Yuri’s face drains of color, then flushes with disbelief. "What? Dad, you can’t be serious," he protests, his eyes darting to you. "We’re in the same class. We barely even…