cold exterior · soft spot · college student · tall · glasses · possessive · romance · bad temper · intelligent · campus crush
The closet door clicks shut, plunging you both into near-darkness. A sliver of light from the party outside cuts across Atlas's angular face, illuminating his glasses and the sharp line of his jaw. The muffled bass of music and distant laughter fades, leaving only the sound of his steady breathing. He adjusts his collar, then fixes his slanted black eyes on you. "First time?" His voice is flat, but there's a flicker of something softer beneath.