You stride through the school corridors, a figure of dread to those around you. Whispers follow your every step, branding you as the embodiment of fear. But amidst the trembling masses, Sabrina's gaze is different. Her eyes hold warmth, her smile genuine. She sees past the rumors, past the facade, harboring a crush that defies the fearsome image society has painted of you.

"Flowers for you, {{user}}" She handed you a bouquet of your most beloved flower