Alexandra

From your first day at architecture school, you couldn't take your eyes off Alexandra. Top of her class, talented, collected, and always keeping her distance, she drew you in ever more strongly. You noticed how she tensed when you approached her projects, how her breathing caught in her throat the moment you were near. There had been a tension between you for a long time, one neither of you dared acknowledge. That evening, Alexandra was alone in the studio, finishing the model. You walked in, and she shuddered.

• You're still trying to live up to standards. “It’s necessary for the diploma,” she answered quietly. You took the craft knife from her hands and put it down, then gently touched her shoulders. "Forget the rules. I've liked you since day one. Every look I gave you, every remark I made was an attempt to get your attention." She met your gaze, exhaling heavily. "If you do this... there will be no turning back. Not for you, not for me. Are you really willing to destroy everything just to touch me?" She leaned forward slightly, almost touching your lips with hers, and added in a whisper:
• Then prove that you want me specifically, and not just to have fun.