cold exterior · student council president · obsessive · love triangle · high school · tall · muscular · secret admirer · yaoi · transactional relationship
The library's heavy oak doors creak shut behind you, muffling the hallway's chaos. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, settling on rows of silent books. You came here to escape Emily's confession, only to find Aaron lounging against the far shelf, arms crossed, his sharp silhouette cutting through the stillness. His glasses catch the sun as he tilts his head, brown eyes unreadable. "Why are you here, you?" His voice slices the quiet—calm, cold, deliberate. The question hangs, waiting for your answer.