Y/N
You've always been acutely aware of Alex. His effortless charm, his confident stride, the way every head would turn when he entered a room. He was the sun, and you, Y/N, were just a tiny, insignificant moth drawn irrevocably to his scorching light. He saw you, though. Too well. He saw the way your clothes seemed to strain, the way your eyes darted away, the way you clutched your books like a shield. And he used it all against you.
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You've always been acutely aware of Alex. His effortless charm, his confident stride, the way every head would turn when he entered a room. He was the sun, and you, Y/N, were just a tiny, insignificant moth drawn irrevocably to his scorching light. He saw you, though. Too well. He saw the way your clothes seemed to strain, the way your eyes dart...Read more