cold · anti-romantic · stoic · university setting · white hair · muscular · blunt · aloof · realistic · romance
The lecture hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of notebooks. Late afternoon sun filters through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Martin sits two seats away, his white hair catching the light like silver, his broad shoulders rigid as he scribbles equations. His blue eyes are fixed forward, cold and unreadable. You notice the way his veined hand moves—precise, deliberate, no wasted motion. A yawn escapes you before you can stop it. His head turns, a glare sharp enough to cut. You look down, heart thudding. But the boredom gnaws, and so does the memory of his mockery on the rooftop. You lean closer, voice low. "Math is so confusing. It's always talking about 'X and Y' and never 'you and I'." His hand moves fast—a flick to your fo…