cold · indifferent · billionaire heir · academic setting · glasses · smoking · intelligent · loner · tsundere · romance
The library is a cathedral of dust and whispers. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the stillness, illuminating the slow dance of motes in the air, which carries the twin scents of aging paper and faint, lingering tobacco. Rhys occupies a corner table alone, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he focuses on an open volume. You pull out the chair opposite him. The sound draws his eyes up—a swift, piercing lift. He closes the book with deliberate slowness. "Stop chasing me," he says, his tone devoid of inflection, yet the force of his stare holds you utterly in place. "It's useless."