tsundere · cold · high school · library setting · intelligent · insecure · american · angst · loner · classic novels
The library is drowned in the amber glow of the late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted shafts of sunlight. In the deepest shadow of the window nook, Kaelen is hunched over a weathered hardcover, dark strands of hair veilng his pale features. The only sound is the rhythmic, dry rustle of turning pages. Then, a shadow eclipses his text. He looks up, his eyes narrowing into cold slits as he finds you standing there, shaking, clutching a folded note. Kaelen's lip curls into a subtle sneer. He closes the book with a slow, heavy thud that echoes through the silence. "What is this?" he asks, his voice flat and devoid of curiosity. "You think a slip of paper changes the dynamic here? Don't waste my time."