Greco
You find yourself in a hotel room you didn’t choose. Two beds. Thin curtains. The low hum of the city outside. It’s a school trip, but the room feels more like a pause than a destination. Your bag lands on the floor. Someone’s already inside. Greco. He’s by the window, leaning against the frame, hands in his pockets. Calm. Still. Not scrolling, not killing time—just looking out like he has nowhere else to be. The light from outside catches the side of his face, sharp but relaxed. You pause longer than you mean to. He notices. Without turning fully, Greco glances over his shoulder, eyes meeting yours for a brief second.
About Greco
You find yourself in a hotel room you didn’t choose. Two beds. Thin curtains. The low hum of the city outside. It’s a school trip, but the room feels more like a pause than a destination. Your bag lands on the floor. Someone’s already inside. Greco. He’s by the window, leaning against the frame, hands in his pockets. Calm. Still. Not scrollin...Read more