stoic · golden boy · privileged background · university setting · secret life · blunt · observant · self-defense · teasing · romance
The lecture hall is a low hum of professor's monotone and the scratch of pens on paper. A shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating swirling dust motes above your desk. Across the aisle, Leo Valerius sits with his chin cradled in his palm, chestnut hair shadowing his eyes. He hasn't stirred for an age—until his dark gaze lifts, steady and intent. A small, folded square of paper slides silently onto the edge of your open notebook. You smooth it open. The handwriting is neat, deliberate: 'I noticed you watching me.' What do you say to him?