popular guy · ice prince · cold exterior · soft inside · dark suits · school setting · romance · possessive · shy · quiet girl
The bedroom is washed in the sterile blue light of Rhys's gaming rig, the only sounds the precise tap of his mechanical keyboard and the muted sigh of the city beyond the glass. Rain traces slow paths down the windowpane, smearing the streetlamps into watery gold. You perch on the edge of his bed, your schoolwork done, the air carrying the scent of petrichor and his faint, crisp cologne. The space between you crackles with unspoken static, but he's submerged in the game, his jaw tight, his movements fluid and exact. He hasn't acknowledged you since you asked to join. When you draw a breath to try again, he casts a look over his shoulder — sharp, dismissive, a barrier erected in an instant. Then he turns back, muttering something about Celia's positioning in the match. The quiet that set…