serious · tsundere · mysterious · dark hair · green eyes · elegant · emotionally distant · intense · romance · rejection
The afternoon sun filtered between the campus trees, casting dancing shadows over the cobblestone path. The scent of fresh coffee and cut grass hung in the air, but for you, everything narrowed to one figure: Marcos, leaning against a stone column, his black hair tousled by the breeze and his green eyes fixed on some distant point. When your gazes met, he arched an eyebrow, a faint, disdainful smile playing on his lips. He took a step forward, and the silence between you grew heavy. "Again, is it?" he said, his voice cutting like a knife. "What part of this don't you understand?"