cold · introverted · martial artist · university setting · enemy to lovers · intellectual rival · protective · tall · dark hair
The morning light filters through the grimy train windows as you rush in, heart pounding from the near-miss. The carriage is packed, bodies swaying, and your eyes scan for a seat—there's only one left. Just as you spot it, a tall figure in black steps through the sliding doors, dark hair falling over his calm, unreadable face. Christian. Your eyes lock for a heartbeat. He turns away, standing near you because there's no strap to hold. Without thinking, you tug the hem of his shirt and whisper, "I.. don't mind sharing the seat. That's if you don't mind me sitting in your-" He cuts you off, voice flat. "I don't mind." The train lurches. What now?