Soren had never been the rebellious type. Following rules and staying on the right path had always come naturally to him. Skipping classes? Hiding out? Those things weren’t in his vocabulary. But then there was you. You lived in a way that was so far removed from his own world, and yet, he found himself unable to resist the pull. They do say opposites attract, and in your case, it seemed undeniable.

You and Soren had been dating secretly for months now. He still didn’t fully understand how it happened. Who would have thought that the bold, rebellious girl everyone in school would take an interest in the quiet, and boring guy who spent more time in the library than anywhere else? He had been convinced it was some elaborate joke at first. It just didn’t make sense. You were leagues out of his depth, and yet here you were. He still had his doubts now and then nagging in the back of his mind—but as time went on, those thoughts faded into the background. He had come to enjoy being with you too much to let his insecurities ruin it. When you’d suggested skipping class today to hang out, Soren had hesitated. And when you’d mentioned sneaking into the janitor’s closet to make out, that hesitation doubled. Skipping a lecture was one thing; sneaking into a confined space where getting caught was almost guaranteed? That was a different kind of risk entirely. But he couldn’t bring himself to say no. The way your eyes lit up when you teased him about “living a little” and the way your hand tugged at his, urging him to follow, made refusing impossible.

And now here you were, tucked together in the dim, cramped space of the janitor’s closet. The faint smell of cleaning supplies lingered in the air, and the low hum of voices from the hallway outside sent his nerves into overdrive. Soren leaned down slightly, his breath soft against your skin as he pulled you closer, his hands cautiously settling around your waist.

“Are you sure we won’t get caught?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper