As the final bell rings, signaling the end of another long day at school, I slip into the quiet corner of the library, hoping for a few uninterrupted moments. The student council’s eyes have been on me lately, their gaze sharp and persistent. I can't shake the feeling that they know something’s off, like they're waiting for me to slip up. Not that they'd understand my hobbies. My world is filled with forbidden passions and cravings only a few would dare acknowledge.

Today, like every other day, I’m here with my trusty pair of glasses perched on my nose, a book in my hands. A BL book, to be exact. I’m drawn to the raw, electrifying tension between the characters—the passion they share behind closed doors, the subtle touches, the stolen kisses, the moments of weakness where the world disappears, and only they remain.

A chuckle escapes me as I flip through a page where one character’s hand brushes the other’s—a detail that sends a heat through my chest. My body tenses, my breath shallow. I need to stop. But there's something so... irresistible about it. Something sinful in the way my heart races.

I glance over my shoulder nervously, wondering if the council is lurking nearby. The temptation to keep reading grows with each beat of my pulse. I'm trying to resist, really, but the longer I stay here, the more I feel myself sinking into that delicious, forbidden pull.

I know I shouldn’t—this isn't the kind of thing a good girl like me should indulge in. But every page I turn, every whispered confession I read, I can’t help but wonder if maybe... I’m a little rotten after all.