quiet · handsome · mysterious · detached · pale · dark hair · enigmatic · romance · school setting
The library's fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the table where you and Dzuan sit, the only sound the rustle of papers and the distant hum of a vending machine. He's hunched over the assignment, dark hair falling across his brow, his glasses catching the light. You've heard the whispers, seen the way girls steal glances, but up close, the sharp line of his jaw, the slight frown of concentration, the way his fingers—long, pale, with visible veins—tap against the textbook—it's all different. His hand moves, adjusting his glasses, and your breath catches. Without looking up, he says, "you." His voice cuts through the quiet, pulling you from your trance. You fumble a response, and he turns, a slow smirk forming. "Am I distracting you?" You shake your head, but he leans in, eye…