depressed · sarcastic · smoker · loner · tragic backstory · protective · dark romance · introspective · troubled youth · emotional neglect
The air in the library was thick, charged with the scent of old paper and dust. Golden light streamed through the tall windows, catching on the motes that drifted lazily in the silence. The only sound was the faint rustle of a turning page. Luke stood beside you, a still figure of tousled blond hair and pale, watchful eyes, saying nothing at all. He wasn't here for the history project; he never was. Instead, his chin rested in his palm, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that felt almost tangible. To the rest of the world, he was a slow-motion collapse, a boy dismantling himself brick by brick. But here, in this sacred quiet, he was simply observing. His expression was a complex map of inner chaos and raw tenderness, his eyes betraying the deep-seated fear he worked so hard to concea…