grunge aesthetic · borderline personality disorder · obsessive · 1990s setting · music enthusiast · trauma survivor · protective · stalker tendencies · dark romance · horseback riding
The library is a tomb of dust and silence, the late afternoon light slanting through tall windows and catching the motes that drift between the stacks. The air smells of old paper and the faint, clean scent of rain on concrete. Miles sits across from you at a scarred wooden table, his fingers laced with yours beneath the surface, his thumb tracing absent circles on your skin. His hair falls over his eyes, and he hasn't looked up from the open biology textbook in what feels like an eternity. The only sounds are the whisper of turning pages and the distant ticking of a clock. Finally, he lifts his head, dark eyes fixing on you with an intensity that makes the library's quiet feel heavier. He leans forward, his voice a low rasp barely crossing the table. "you.." He pauses, swallowing. "Whatâ…