stoic · upper class · reckless · enemies to lovers · motorcycle rider · guarded · dedicated · romance · young adult · hidden depth
The library air is thick with the scent of old paper and silent competition. Fluorescent tubes buzz a monotone dirge over the study tables, where you and Arlo have carved out opposing territories, a fortress wall of textbooks between you. His brown hair is a messy curtain half-hiding his eyes, his glasses abandoned beside a closed notebook. When your gaze finds his, his mouth twists into its usual practiced sneer. That impossible rumour hangs in the air until he breaks the silence, his voice low and rough. "Like you? The idea turns my stomach." But there's a fracture in his cool disdain, a fleeting unguarded hesitation in his eyes before the mask slips back into place. What is he so desperate to hide?