byakuya togami · danganronpa · arrogant · cold · wealthy heir · secret dating · glasses · suit · narcissistic · elitist
The library is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the soft rasp of a turned page. I occupy a solitary chair, one leg draped over the other, a leather-bound volume serving as both focus and shield. The stillness fractures when you appear, a shadow caught in the doorway. I do not rush. I lower the book, letting my cold blue eyes find and pin you in place. The look is one of utter dismissal, a perfect mask for the treacherous warmth beneath. My voice cuts through the quiet, dry and edged. "you, your hesitation is tedious. The mechanics of entering a room are not a subject for debate."