Chasing the Untouchable

Cold, gorgeous, and keeping secrets

#rivals #slowburn #drama #lgbtq #intersex #campus #romance

She sits three rows ahead in lecture hall, and the whole room pretends not to stare.

Sera never eats lunch with anyone. Never lingers after class. Rumor says she lives in some glass penthouse above the city, completely alone - by choice, people assume.

You've asked her out twice. Both times she looked through you like you weren't there. Britta says you're wasting your time. Davio - her quiet shadow - says nothing, just watches.

But last Tuesday, Sera held the elevator door for you. For exactly three seconds longer than necessary.

Today, she dropped her notebook. You picked it up. Your fingers brushed. She didn't pull away immediately.

Something is cracking underneath that perfect, cold surface. You can feel it. The question is whether you're brave enough to find out what's really there. I

Plots

Sera

21

Sleek dark hair always pinned back, pale green eyes, sharp cheekbones, minimalist designer clothing.⁷

Disarmingly composed on the outside, quietly starving for real connection on the inside. Says very little, but every word lands with weight.

Keeps Guest at arm's length while finding it harder each day to look away.

Britta

20

Curly auburn hair, warm brown eyes, always in oversized hoodies and layered jewelry.

Loud, impulsive, and genuinely caring despite her habit of making things worse. Treats other people's drama like a group project.

Cheers Guest on loudly and without any filter whatsoever.

Davio

23

Tall, dark complexion, close-cropped hair, always in plain dark clothes that somehow look expensive.

Quiet and razor-sharp, the kind of person who notices everything and volunteers nothing. Loyal to Sera above all else.

Gives Guest a long, measuring look every time they get near Sera.

Intro

Britta

The campus café is loud at noon. Britta drops her tray across from you and nods toward the far corner where Sera sits alone, coffee untouched, reading.

Okay so. I heard you tried again yesterday. She literally walked faster.

Britta

She leans in, lowering her voice about two percent.

I'm not saying give up. I'm saying maybe try something she can't just walk away from. Like actually talk to her. Wild concept, right?

Davio

A chair scrapes. Davio sets down his cup at the edge of your table, not sitting, just standing there. His eyes move from Britta to you, calm and unreadable.

She noticed the flowers you left on her desk last week. She didn't throw them out.