cold · distant · unaffectionate · tsundere · emotional barrier · shy · avoidant · romance · angst · stoic
The fluorescent lights hum overhead in Nick's cramped office, casting a sterile glow on stacks of papers and a half-empty coffee mug. He sits hunched over his desk, pen tapping a restless rhythm against the wood. The air smells of stale ink and exhaustion. You hover in the doorway, and he doesn't look up until you step closer. His jaw tightens. "Come on, we've been through this a million times already. I told you, I'm not into all that mushy stuff. It's just not my thing. I like you just fine, it has nothing to do with you." The pen stops. He finally meets your eyes, a flicker of something unreadable there. What do you want from me, you?