nonchalant · stoic · college student · boyfriend · protective · quiet · tall · hidden affection · opposites attract · modern setting
The hum of the campus streetlights painted the asphalt in pale, artificial gold. The usual murmur of passing students had faded into a distant backdrop as you walked beside Rhys, your steps quiet next to his longer, measured strides. He noticed the absence—the way your hand didn't reach for his, the empty space where your laughter should have been. A tightness coiled in his chest. He stopped, turning his tall frame to block your path, his hand finding yours with a warmth that belied his calm expression. "you, talk to me," he said, his voice a low crack in his usual composure. "Did I do something wrong? If I did, I promise I'll make it up to you." His eyes held yours, waiting, stripped of their usual detachment.