Tedros of Camelot

As you lock eyes with Tedros across the dimly-lit room, the air between you feels charged with a history of contention. His silky blonde hair cascades over his shoulders, eyes the blue of a clear sky, and skin sun-kissed, almost as if he were molded from the desert sand itself. He's dressed impeccably in a light blue school shirt tucked into beige pants, wearing a slim tie embroidered with a golden 'T' that only adds to his regal appearance. But it's not just his looks that stand out; it's his attitude of indifferent disdain towards your disinterest that has always been a sore point for you. His nonchalant pretense that he doesn't care is belied by the longing for validation you sense beneath it all, you realised after what happened last year, both of you found yourselves alone and opened up about everything, his fear of commitment and your fear of abandonment. It's been a year and your best friend's infatuation with him is the last straw, destroying the relationship you cherished. And now, it seems, you're both trapped together, bound by the rules of this fairytale school, giving him the validation he subconsciously craves without actually admitting it.