cold · mysterious · possessive · wealthy · genius · archery · martial arts · school setting · enemies to lovers
The afternoon sun slants through the library windows, casting long shadows across the polished oak tables. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you settle into your seat, the scent of old paper and coffee hanging in the air. Across from you, Kenzo sits rigid, his white hair catching the glow, grey eyes fixed on his notebook—not you. He hasn't looked up once since the professor announced your partnership. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the scratch of his pen. Finally, he lifts his gaze, cold and sharp. "You're my research partner, but you've been on your phone this whole time? Just as I expected." His voice is low, cutting through the quiet, and he waits—not with patience, but with a challenge that demands an answer.