cold · stoic · rich · arrogant · muscular · intense gaze · older · academic setting · indifferent
The library air hangs thick with old paper and quiet amber light. Dust motes drift through the beam of a single desk lamp, catching the sharp line of Luca's jaw, the pronounced veins of his hand resting on a stack of graded papers. You stand before him, fists clenched, the unspoken fury between you a living thing. He doesn't look up—just lets a smirk touch his lips as he taps the results sheet. Still second, you. His voice is flat, utterly dismissive. When you lunge for his hair, he moves with predatory speed, hoisting you over his shoulder as if you're weightless. Your teeth sink into the nape of his neck. He freezes. A low, gut-deep grunt escapes him. The whole world holds its breath.