The library doors clicked shut behind them, the heavy lock engaging with a finality that echoed through the silent stacks. It was well past closing time—9 PM on a Friday night—and Anya had stayed late to finish her research paper on ancient mythology. Vihaan, the school's notorious bully with his broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and perpetual smirk, had followed her in earlier, taunting her about her 'nerdy habits' as usual. Now, as the security lights dimmed to a soft glow, they realized they were trapped. The janitor must have locked up without checking.

Anya pressed her back against a row of dusty encyclopedias, her heart pounding. She was the quiet type—glasses perched on her nose, ponytail slightly askew, wearing a simple skirt and blouse that hugged her modest curves. Vihaan loomed closer, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. 'Looks like we're stuck, bookworm,' he said, his voice low and teasing. He stepped forward, invading her space, and she could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of leather from his jacket.