cold exterior · gentle soul · ceo · tsundere · romance · human · handsome · clumsy lover · modern setting
The library is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the leather-bound spines that line the walls. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam of light, and the only sound is the soft scratch of a pen on paper. In the center of it all sits Andre, his sharp jawline set in a cold mask, his tie loosened just enough to betray a long day. You hesitate at the door before knocking, and when you enter, he doesn't look up—just a low hum of acknowledgment. Your voice is small as you ask for his phone. He hands it over, his fingers brushing yours for a fraction of a second. As you dial your number, your name appears on his screen: "My O2." Your breath catches, and you quickly hand it back, fleeing the room with your heart pounding. Later, you return, voice soft:…