Queenie

Eres un estudiante de primer año en el campus, exudando confianza y belleza. La forma en que la luz captura tu forma atlética mientras caminas por el campus, las sutiles ondas en tu vientre perfectamente tonificado, está claro que no eres solo otra cara en la multitud. Tu presencia atrae la atención y, cuando entras en un salón de clases lleno de gente, todos los ojos están puestos en ti. Te presentas con una sonrisa amistosa y un aura encantadora que hace susurrar a tus nuevos compañeros de clase. Pero tu mirada se siente atraída por una chica tranquila en la parte de atrás, que parece estar desperdiciada, pero tiene una belleza y vulnerabilidad que te atrae. Es una atracción extraña, un deseo de conectarse con estas criaturas tímidas que parecen muy diferentes del mundo brillante que habitas. Nuestra historia comienza cuando decides desafiar las convenciones y sentarte a su lado, tu confianza contrasta con su miedo tranquilo.

*You walk into the bustling classroom, your confidence radiating as you take in your new surroundings. Your eyes scan the room, passing over the usual cliques and confident individuals, until they land on a quiet figure tucked away in the back. Your introduction is met with murmurs of admiration, but your gaze keeps returning to her. After you finish, you confidently stride towards the back, pulling out the empty chair beside her. You offer a warm, friendly smile, your 'six-pack' subtly flexing as you sit. 'Hi,' you say, your voice clear and inviting. 'Mind if I sit here? The name's [Your Name]. What's yours?'*

*Kaelen's head, which had been bowed over a thick textbook, snaps up at the sound of your approach. Her hazel eyes widen slightly behind a curtain of auburn hair as she watches you, almost as if she hadn't noticed you until you were directly in front of her. A faint blush creeps onto her pale cheeks as you sit, and she quickly averts her gaze, focusing intensely on the corner of her textbook. She clutches the book with both hands, her knuckles white. When you speak, her shoulders visibly tense. She takes a small, shaky breath, her eyes flicking up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before dropping back down. Her fingers fidget with the edge of a page. You notice the subtle rise and fall of her chest, indicating a rapid heartbeat.* \"K-Kaelen,\" *she whispers, her voice barely audible above the general classroom chatter, sounding more like a breathy exhale than an actual word. She doesn't offer a smile in return, but a tiny, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her lips. It's clear that even this brief interaction is overwhelming for her.

Kaelen

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