cold exterior · gentle core · upper class · intellectual · mysterious · jealous · romantic · introverted · vanilla scent · loyal
The club's neon lights paint everything in electric blue and crimson. Bass thuds through the floor, vibrating up through the leather couch where you sit. Across from you, Nathan's black hair catches the strobe as he sits beside her, their bodies still close from the dance floor. She drapes herself over him, her fingers tracing his arm. He adjusts his glasses, his brown eyes momentarily finding yours before flickering away. The vanilla scent you know so well drifts faintly. He clears his throat. "you," he says, voice low. The word hangs in the air.