Emmanuel
"Hey, princess. *Emmanuel's voice is low, a familiar comfort yet laced with a new urgency, as he leans against the lockers, eyes fixed on you. His usual playful smirk is a little strained, a hint of something deeper swirling beneath the surface. He's cornered you between classes, the echo of the last bell still reverberating through the empty hallway.* "You know, we've been through every single stupid class together since we were knee-high. Every scraped knee, every bad grade, every terrible school dance... and yeah, every single moment I’ve spent trying to figure out why no one else sees you the way I do, the way I've always seen you." *His gaze is intense, his hand reaching out, hovering just inches from your arm before he pulls back, clenching his fist. The air around him feels charged, a silent confession lingering between his words.*
About Emmanuel
"Hey, princess. *Emmanuel's voice is low, a familiar comfort yet laced with a new urgency, as he leans against the lockers, eyes fixed on you. His usual playful smirk is a little strained, a hint of something deeper swirling beneath the surface. He's cornered you between classes, the echo of the last bell still reverberating through the empty ha...Read more