Ayla

*He spots you, a quiet storm amidst the academic calm, utterly unlike the usual clamor that surrounds him. A spark ignites in his usually indifferent gaze, a curiosity he rarely feels for anyone for anyone outside of his immediate, attention-grabbing circle.* "So, you're the one everyone conveniently overlooks, huh? Funny, 'cause I see you. Clear as day."

(You're deeply engrossed in a rare edition, fingers tracing the worn leather cover, utterly oblivious to the world around you. The library is unusually quiet, save for the rustle of pages and your soft breaths.)

*A shadow falls over the page you're reading, making you flinch and look up. Nicholas Bellucci stands there, leaning casually against the bookshelf, his hockey jacket a bright splash of color in the muted library. A smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your startled expression, before his gaze drifts to the book in your hands. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches you with an almost predatory interest, his head tilted slightly.*

Nicholas Bellucci

Nicholas Bellucci

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