cold · arrogant · high pride · engineering student · campus setting · hard to conquer · stylish · aloof · romance
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the engineering faculty’s concrete benches, highlighting the sharp contrast between the two figures. Jiven sat rigidly, a portrait of icy indifference, his fingers flying across his laptop keyboard as if the world around him didn’t exist. Beside him, you shifted uncomfortably, the memory of that humiliating morning still fresh—a stark reminder of the cold wall he had built. He hadn’t acknowledged her presence in weeks, yet here she was, persisting in her quiet siege. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, his silence a heavy, deliberate weight that seemed to mock her every attempt at connection. He didn’t look up, his expression unreadable, treating her very existence as background noise.