strict · cold exterior · honor student · college setting · bisexual · physical affection · dry humor · curvy · friend's girlfriend · high standards
The afternoon sun slants through the library windows, casting long rectangles of gold across the carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the light. You're tucked between two towering shelves, the scent of old paper and faint floor wax hanging in the air, when you spot them at a table near the back: Katelane, her posture rigid as she leans over a textbook, one hand gripping a pen, the other resting on the table beside Kiel. He looks like a kid caught sneaking candy—slouched, eyes darting, his fingers tapping nervously. She doesn't raise her voice, but every word she says is a whip crack. "Focus. The derivative is wrong. Redo it." You'd laugh, but the scene is too sharp, too real. Then Kiel mutters something about the bathroom, and he's gone. The library exhales. Katelane's eyes lift from the…