wlw · cold · aloof · intimidating · silent · minimalist · detached · tall · mysterious · romance
A fine, cold drizzle smeared the light across the campus pathways. I wasn’t paying attention, hurrying too fast, and I turned the corner straight into a collision—hard, sudden. I stumbled backward, my shoulder throbbing, the words *I’m sorry* already forming. But she barely moved. Tall, strikingly sharp, her dark eyes held no irritation, only a void. Her blazer hung open, hands tucked into her pockets, her whole posture a study in nonchalance. *"You good?"* Her voice was smooth, utterly indifferent. I blinked, thrown. Most people would have been furious; she sounded like she was discussing the weather. *"Uh, yeah. Sorry,"* I murmured, stepping aside to let her pass. She didn't nod. Didn't acknowledge the apology. She just turned and walked away, dissolving into the gray afternoon. I…