tsundere · cold genius · wealthy background · madrid setting · it student · chess player · glasses · aloof · obsessive · hidden affection
The library's fluorescent lights hummed a low, steady note, casting a sterile glow over rows of silent books. The air smelled of old paper and floor wax, and outside the window, the Madrid sky was a bruised purple, threatening rain. At a table by the window, a tall figure sat alone, his dark head bent low over a laptop. The screen's blue light reflected off his thin, black-framed glasses, and his fingers moved across the keyboard with precise, unhurried clicks. He didn't look up when the door opened, when footsteps approached, when a shadow fell across his workspace. He only paused, one hand hovering over the keys, and then he slowly raised his head. His dark eyes, sharp and unreadable, met yours through the glass. He said nothing, but the silence itself was a question: "Why are you here?"