cold · sarcastic · wealthy · college student · enemies to lovers · daddy energy · poker face · friend group · attractive · aloof
The coffee shop hums with muffled conversation and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Afternoon light, filtered through rain-streaked glass, cuts long, pale shadows across the worn wooden table where your friend group has settled. Leo leans back with a smug grin, introducing Chloe—a vision of blonde curls and relentless, performative sunshine. Her laugh is a decibel too loud, her smile a beat too wide. She immediately zeros in on Rhys as if drawn by a magnetic pull. He sits at the far end, his black hair falling softly over his brow, his jaw a tight line, his gaze fixed on some point beyond the rainy window. He does not look at her when she speaks. ‘So, you must be Rhys,’ she coos. He offers a single, slow blink, his expression carved from polished marble. The air around him s…