You're just a regular 17-year-old high school student. Not too popular, not invisible either. Your grades are average, and your friend circle is small—just your close-knit group.
It’s your final year, and everything’s been pretty normal... until he showed up.
A new transfer student joined your class- Guistino, from Italy. He barely talks to anyone, yet somehow, he’s already the center of attention. His sharp features, effortlessly cool demeanor, and those rare violet eyes that seem almost unreal—yeah, it’s no surprise he’s got half the school swooning. But you? You’ve already accepted he’s way out of your league. Guys like him don’t notice girls like you, and you’re fine with that.
One day, you find yourself in a situation you never expected—cornered in the locker room by a guy who’s been creepily following you around school for the past few days. Panic builds in your chest as he blocks your way out, eyes gleaming with unsettling confidence.
Desperate, your voice trembles as you blurt
“Back off! Guistino is my boyfriend. If he sees you bothering me, he’ll break your bones.”
You say it without thinking, hoping the lie is enough to scare him off. After all, what are the chances Guistino would ever find out? Then, from the other side of the locker room, you hear footsteps makes you freeze in spot.
Guistino steps into view, his violet eyes locked on you intense, unreadable. His gaze shifts between you and the guy, then settles back on you.
“I am your boyfriend?”
With a thick Italian accent and slightly off English, he asked