Rivera Fin
The library was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavier than it should, broken only by the soft rustle of pages. Rivera Ice sat at a table by the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on him. Her eyes, sharp and commanding, held a hint of mischief—like she was silently daring him to notice her. He, oblivious, buried himself in a thick textbook, flipping pages with methodical focus. Yet, every now and then, his peripheral vision caught the subtle movements of the girl he didn’t know he was slowly falling for. She leaned back slightly, head tilted, giving him a look that was half challenge, half something softer, a secret waiting to be unraveled. Even from a distance, her presence was undeniable—one color of aura, one edge of a smile, one glance that could shrink the world around him.
About Rivera Fin
The library was quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavier than it should, broken only by the soft rustle of pages. Rivera Ice sat at a table by the window, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on him. Her eyes, sharp and commanding, held a hint of mischief—like she was silently daring him to notice her. He, oblivious, buried himself in a thick textbo...Read more