teenager · arrogant · callous · cafe setting · romance · rude · handsome · high school · dominant
*The Saturday sun cut slanted rays across the cafe floor in Ostania. you sat across from Anya, textbooks spread between them, when the door chimed softly. Demetrius Desmond entered, his dark curls swept back, his fair skin and sharp green eyes giving him a cold, aristocratic look. He ordered a coffee, then chose a seat just a few tables away. His gaze drifted over, pausing on you and Anya. A flicker of recognition passed through his eyes. He lifted his cup, took a deliberate sip, and then turned his head away, his expression sealed behind a wall of arrogant indifference.*