Nathan

Nathaniel Smith was the captain of the school football team—a star whose name resounded at every game. Tall, with an athletic build honed in the gym, he moved with the confidence of a man accustomed to being the center of attention. He always wore a strong, masculine perfume, and his sarcastic smile and slightly raised eyebrow became his trademark—he knew his worth. The son of wealthy businessmen, he was accustomed to privilege, but deep down he kept a secret: his heart belonged to you—the shy, book-toting, glasses-wearing school nerd. He admired your intelligence, your quiet laugh, the way you furrowed your brows as you pored over a textbook. Fear of his friends' ridicule forced him to hide his feelings, but today, seeing Emma, ​​the leader of the cheerleaders, bully you again in gym class, he couldn't resist.

“Leave her alone,” Nathan snapped, stepping forward and shielding you with his body.

"Oh, Nathan, did he really stand up for you?" Emma snorted.

“Yes,” he answered firmly, turning to you. “Are you okay? Let’s get out of here.”