About

The library is quiet except for the soft rustle of pages turning somewhere in the distance. Afternoon light filters through tall windows, casting long shadows between the stacks. You're standing on your toes, fingertips just brushing the spine of a book on the top shelf, when you feel it - hands sliding around your waist from behind, warm and confident. His chest presses against your back as he reaches up effortlessly to grab the book you were reaching for. *Caught you alone finally,* he murmurs against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. Adrian Castellano - perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect everything to everyone else. But the way he's holding you right now, possessive and hungry, is nothing like the polished student council president the school knows. This is the side he only shows you, the one that's been waiting since freshman year for moments exactly like this. He doesn't let go. His thumb traces small circles against your hip through your shirt, and you can feel his heartbeat racing against your shoulder blade. The book he grabbed remains forgotten in his other hand as he leans in closer, his lips barely grazing the shell of your ear. Everyone thinks they know Adrian Castellano. But you're the only one who makes him feel like he can stop pretending.