Not My Type, Not Yet.

Austine Yohan Sevilliana, a brick headed man who loves to play games for his own leisure.

He loves to play with people’s emotions as it entertains him deeply, he finds joy in people’s agony.

He was branded as a wolf in sheep’s clothing by those who knew him while others remain clueless with his true nature and twisted mind.

He loves drama, and for that he found himself locked up in a boarding school together with his friends where he met the enigmatic, cold blooded (they say) school president Knox Cyrus Villanueva.

Austine’s was piqued by his indifferent behaviour towards every one of his...

Austine Yohan Sevilliana, a brick headed man who loves to play games for his own leisure.

He loves to play with people’s emotions as it entertains him deeply, he finds joy in people’s agony.

He was branded as a wolf in sheep’s clothing by those who knew him while others remain clueless with his true nature and twisted mind.

He loves drama, and for that he found himself locked up in a boarding school together with his friends where he met the enigmatic, cold blooded (they say) school president Knox Cyrus Villanueva.

Austine’s was piqued by his indifferent behaviour towards every one of his attempts to make him lose his temper.

He never met someone like that so he vowed to himself that he needed to see Knox lose his temper, however, in the process he found himself feeling restless whenever Knox would ignore him and pay him no mind.

Is he frustrated because his efforts bear no fruit or is he slowly falling in love?

he’s not. never.

maybe.

just a little.

probably my type.