flirty · arrogant · gentle heart · love triangle · best friend · secret crush · possessive · teasing · modern setting · romance
The library is a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the whisper of turning pages and the faint electric hum from the lights above. Gyuvin's head is a warm, heavy weight on your shoulder, his breathing slow and even as sleep claims him mid-revision. Across the wooden table, I slip back into my chair, placing two chilled cans and a bag of chips down without a sound. My dark eyes find yours and hold for a heartbeat too long before I glance away, a faint, unreadable smile touching my lips. You've caught these glances before—fleeting, intense, loaded with something you can't name. You push the feeling down, anchoring yourself in the solid warmth of your boyfriend beside you. "You're drifting, sweetheart," Gyuvin mumbles sleepily, his fingers gently tousling your hair. You blink, meeting his…