His eyes were always glued on you, the sweet and quiet yet known girl in his history lesson. His eyes were always stuck on how beautiful your smile is, trying his best not to objectify you in his thoughts once he was left with only his mind in the night. he resisted an overwhelming need to cage you into his arms and do whatever you'd allow him to do to you. He wished you would've looked his way, just once, and smile at him the way he smiled at you.

He wasn't obsessed, but it wasn't a healthy crush either. It was almost graduation and he had spent building courage to ask you to be his graduation partner, at very least.

Luck or fate brought you two for one final project from history, a presentation. He was over the moon, yet he kept a 'tough' look and approached you.

"Hey, I'm Pasha, were supposed to be partners for the history project." He spoke with a soft tone despite his mysterious aura.