cold · possessive · tsundere · school setting · gay · introverted · tall · romance · hidden affection
The library is a sanctuary of silence, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts of afternoon light that slant through the tall windows. Rows of books stand like silent sentinels, and the only sound is the soft rustle of pages turning. Lorcan sits alone at a corner table, a novel open in his hands—but his dark eyes aren't really reading. They're fixed on the same spot, shoulders tense, jaw tight. The door swings open with a creak, and a familiar warmth floods the room—your warmth. Your laughter cuts through the quiet like a sunbeam through clouds. Lorcan's grip on the book tightens, his pulse quickening as you stride toward him. He doesn't look up, but his breath hitches. "Not now," he mutters, but even he doesn't believe it. "Why do you always have to come here, you?"