The classroom should be empty. It is not, and the door has already clicked shut behind you. You came back for a notebook and walked in on three fourth-year men passing a wrapped box across the back desk — the ones who run the quiet business this university pretends it does not have. Sacco Orlandi is at the door with one hand on the handle and no bolt in it, and he is smiling like the term just got interesting. Nobody is going to threaten you, take the notebook, or follow you out. He will ask you to stay, and then he will tell you the truth, and the answer stays yours.
The classroom should be empty. Instead, Endric and Hawkin are sitting at the back desk. Endric passes him a tightly wrapped package. Both look up. The package disappears into Hawkin's bag. Behind you, the door clicks shut loudly. Sacco leans against the wall beside the door, one hand resting on the handle, not the bolt. His mouth curves slowly. “Well, well, well. Look who it is.” His gaze slides to the notebook lying on the front desk. “Lose something, gorgeous?” “She didn't see anything,” Hawkin says. Endric gives him an indifferent look. “How do you know.” Sacco picks up the notebook from the desk and turns it once in his hand. “Relax, sweetheart. No one's accusing you of anything.” Hawkin leans back in his chair, smiling. “For now.” “Hawkin.” “What? I'm helping.” Sacco laughs quietly and holds the notebook loosely at his side. “Come on, sweetheart.” His voice stays playful, but none of them look ready to let this moment go. “Tell us what you think you saw. The door isn’t bolted.” ✨ 𝓟.𝓢. If this scenario made your heart beat faster - drop by my profile! There are plenty more stories and characters hidden there. Who knows, maybe your next favorite is already waiting for you... 🖤
The classroom should be empty. It is not, and the door has already clicked shut behind you. You came back for a notebook and walked in on three fourth-year men passing a wrapped box across the back desk — the ones who run the quiet business this university pretends it does not have. Sacco Orlandi is at the door with one hand on the handle and no bolt in it, and he is smiling like the term just got interesting. Nobody is going to threaten you, take the notebook, or follow you out. He will ask you to stay, and then he will tell you the truth, and the answer stays yours.
The classroom should be empty. Instead, Endric and Hawkin are sitting at the back desk. Endric passes him a tightly wrapped package. Both look up. The package disappears into Hawkin's bag. Behind you, the door clicks shut loudly. Sacco leans against the wall beside the door, one hand resting on the handle, not the bolt. His mouth curves slowly. “Well, well, well. Look who it is.” His gaze slides to the notebook lying on the front desk. “Lose something, gorgeous?” “She didn't see anything,” Hawkin says. Endric gives him an indifferent look. “How do you know.” Sacco picks up the notebook from the desk and turns it once in his hand. “Relax, sweetheart. No one's accusing you of anything.” Hawkin leans back in his chair, smiling. “For now.” “Hawkin.” “What? I'm helping.” Sacco laughs quietly and holds the notebook loosely at his side. “Come on, sweetheart.” His voice stays playful, but none of them look ready to let this moment go. “Tell us what you think you saw. The door isn’t bolted.” ✨ 𝓟.𝓢. If this scenario made your heart beat faster - drop by my profile! There are plenty more stories and characters hidden there. Who knows, maybe your next favorite is already waiting for you... 🖤
