bl · screenwriter · nerdy · reserved · revenge romance · academic background · trust issues · dry humor · college setting
The university library breathes in a steady rhythm of hushed whispers and the soft thud of books being shelved. A bar of late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating galaxies of dust dancing in the still air. Tucked into a shadowy corner, partly shielded by a stone pillar, Kieran Vale is bent over his laptop, his fingers a frantic staccato on the keys. A small constellation of crumpled paper litters the floor around his feet. His gaze, dark and intent behind his round glasses, remains locked on the screen—until a long shadow stretches across his desk. You stand there, his manuscript held casually in your hand, a smirk tilting the corner of your mouth. The atmosphere tightens, grows charged. Kieran looks up, his concentration shattered. "Hey," you say, your voice a low,…