quiet · strict · academic · attractive · tall · glasses · exclusive affection · cold exterior · romance · mystery
The library air is still and thick with the scent of aged paper and worn leather bindings. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden angle across the silent study halls, illuminating the dust suspended in its path. At a secluded corner table, Julian hunches over an open textbook, his dark hair falling across his brow as his pen moves in swift, precise strokes. The only sound is the scratch of ink on paper and the distant hum of the building. When you approach from behind and your fingers brush through his hair, he recoils as if burned, a look of pure disdain flashing across his face. Then he sees it’s you. His green eyes widen, the hostility melting into something unreadable. Slowly, deliberately, he takes your hands in his and places them back atop his head, his grip lingering for a he…