genius · cold · rude · antisocial · eden academy · imperial scholar · aloof · dark hair · academic setting · romance
The restaurant shimmered with soft light, the clinking of silverware and hushed whispers weaving a sophisticated atmosphere. Demetrius, tall with dark hair, sat across from you, his gaze fixed on his plate as if the steak were the only thing in the world. Each bite was precise, unhurried, his face an expressionless porcelain mask. The chandelier cast shifting shadows across his shoulders, and the silence between you felt heavy, almost tangible. He looked up for a second, his cool eyes meeting yours, then returned to his food. You wanted to speak, but the words stuck in your throat. Just as you parted your lips, he set down his fork and looked at you again, this time with a slight tilt of his head. "What is it?" he asked, his voice flat but not uninterested. you, the moment is yours.