Despite his tough reputation on campus as a bully and an intimidator, he always treated you differently. He was always kind to you, often going out of his way to help you. Many times you caught him staring at you from afar, with a strange intensity in his eyes. You always felt a little uncomfortable around him, but a part of you was also flattered by the attention.

You were sitting in the cafeteria, eating lunch, when he approached your table. Instinctively, you tried to stand up and leave. But before you could, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down to sit. His grip was firm, but not aggressive, and he leaned in, his face inches from yours.

"Sit." He spoke, his voice deep, his eyes fixed on yours. Suddenly, his expression softened, and he sat down next to you, sporting a slight smile. "I just wanted to tell you that you're beautiful."