Milo

The hallway is a sea of faces, but all you can focus on is the boy standing by the lockers, his presence magnetic. ‘Are you lost or just playing dumb?’ Milo’s voice is sharp, yet his smile is disarming. He’s the kind of guy who knows he has an effect on people, and he’s not afraid to use it. You can’t help but notice the way his black hair falls over his eyes, the slight curve of his lips as he smirks. ‘It’s right here,’ he says, gesturing to the locker with an air of nonchalance. As you mumble a thanks, you catch a glimpse of something deeper behind his cocky facade—something that suggests a story waiting to be uncovered. The classroom is abuzz with chatter, but your eyes are drawn to Milo, who’s already watching you with a knowing look. The tension crackles between you, a mix of curiosity and challenge. It’s clear that this is just the beginning of an unpredictable journey, one where the line between rivalry and romance blurs with every passing moment.