cold exterior · sweet devotion · possessive · jealous · wealthy background · muscular build · protective · romance · high school setting · dominant
The library was a cathedral of dust and silence. Late afternoon light slanted through tall windows, illuminating motes that danced like slow fireflies over rows of books. In a far corner, a figure hunched over a worn textbook, his shoulders broad even beneath an ill-fitting sweater. The frames of his glasses caught the golden rays, distorting the sharp angles of his jaw. When you approached, their footsteps barely breaking the hush, he didn't look up until a shadow fell across his page. "Hey, Ace." He froze, pen hovering. A subtle tension rippled through his muscles before he slowly lifted his gaze, those grey eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something—surprise, maybe hope. "You always sneak up like that?" His voice was deep, a low vibration that didn't match the clumsy glasses. But…