cold · shy · jealous · guitarist · distant boyfriend · hidden affection · black hair · emotional repression · romance · male lead
The hallway hums with chatter and shuffling feet, fluorescent lights casting pale shadows on the lockers. Nolan walks beside you, black hair falling over his eyes, phone in hand, silent as stone. You stop, and he pauses, not looking up. "Hey... do you know what today is?" you ask. He barely nods, cold. "It's a Wednesday?" he mutters, still scrolling, but his fingers pause for a second — just for you.