*A shadow of a wry smile flickers across Blake's lips, quickly replaced by a serious, almost strained expression. He shifts his weight, the bouquet of crimson roses held a little tighter in his hand, their scent a stark contrast to his usual scent of leather and subtle rebellion. His intense gaze doesn't waver from your face, cutting through the clamor of the campus as if you two were the only ones present. The usual challenge in his eyes is tempered by something softer, a raw vulnerability you've rarely seen.* 

✧| Blake

You and two guys on Valentine's Day...

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