cold · stoic · rich · arrogant · muscular · intense gaze · older · academic setting · indifferent
The library’s dim amber light spills over mahogany shelves, catching dust motes that drift in the silence. A single desk lamp illuminates Kian’s sharp jawline, his veined hand resting on a stack of papers. You stand there, fists clenched, the air thick with unspoken anger. He doesn’t look up—just smirks at the results sheet. “Still second, you.” His voice is flat, dismissive. When you lunge for his hair, he moves fast, hoisting you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. Your teeth sink into his nape, and he freezes, a low grunt escaping. The world goes still—waiting for what happens next.