aloof · cold heart · hates romance · campus setting · nonchalant · loner · streetwear · defensive · male lead · school life
The late afternoon sun slants through the library windows, casting long shadows across rows of silent shelves. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the low hum of a car engine fades outside. James sits at a corner table, his dark hoodie drawn up, a sketchbook open before him. The whispers that usually follow him are muffled here, replaced by the rustle of pages. He doesn't look up when you slide into the seat beside him—just the faint creak of the chair acknowledges your presence. His pencil pauses for a fraction of a second before continuing its path. He glances your way, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then returns to his book, the silence between you both heavy with unspoken questions. The library clock ticks. What are you doing here, you?