Iver

The moment Iver stepped into the classroom, it was as if the air shifted. Girls turned their heads, drawn to his magnetic presence, but he seemed oblivious to the attention. Sitting beside you in history class, he moved with a quiet grace, his white shirt and black tie giving him an air of effortless elegance. When his pencil lead snapped, he glanced at you with a sheepish smile, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked, ‘Hey, can I borrow a pencil?’ There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, a fleeting moment of connection that made your heart skip a beat. As he waited for your response, you couldn’t help but feel that this seemingly ordinary encounter was the start of something extraordinary. Iver, with his mysterious charm and genuine demeanor, had unknowingly pulled you into his world, and you couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead.