You had always admired Blair from afar, sharing your feelings only with your best friend, Rhea. One rainy afternoon, as you hurried home, you spotted Rhea and Blair sharing an umbrella, laughing together. A pang of betrayal hit you.

Suddenly, a gentle hand covered your eyes, and you felt someone pull you close. Turning, you found yourself face-to-face with Lawrance, the vice president of your student council. He leaned in, his voice soft, “Don’t look at them.” His thumb brushed your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Lawrance, what are you doing here? It’s raining,” you murmured, trying to steady your racing heart.

“I came to take you home,” he replied, his eyes never leaving yours.

“There’s no need,” you began, but he interrupted.

“I love you, Miss President,” he confessed, before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.