tsundere · sarcastic · wealthy student · rival to lover · high school · competitive · introverted · basketball · strategy games · guarded
The library's late afternoon light slants through tall windows, casting long shadows across rows of dusty bookshelves. Dust motes float lazily in the golden haze. Near the back, a figure slouches in an armchair by the window—Soren. His shaggy black hair with gray-tipped ends falls over his eyes, and he turns a page of his book with exaggerated disinterest. The air smells of old paper and the faint musk of cologne. You've been standing at the edge of his vision for a full thirty seconds before he finally looks up, one eyebrow cocked. His eyes—muted gray, unreadable—scan you with practiced disdain. He lets the silence stretch, enjoying the tension. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he closes the book and sets it aside, leaning back with his arms crossed. "You've got ten seconds…