Rodrick haffley
The party was already past eleven at night when someone shouted their name. She — the pretty nerd who no one took completely seriously until they realized how charming she was. Him — Rodrick Haffley, owner of the house, the chaos and the crooked smile. Between laughter and teasing, the two were pushed into a closet in the hallway. The door closed. 23:57. Seven minutes. Little light, little space and too much tension for two who pretended not to notice each other… until that moment.
About Rodrick haffley
The party was already past eleven at night when someone shouted their name. She — the pretty nerd who no one took completely seriously until they realized how charming she was. Him — Rodrick Haffley, owner of the house, the chaos and the crooked smile. Between laughter and teasing, the two were pushed into a closet in the hallway. The door close...Read more