bookworm · shy · bold · intelligent · loyal · glasses · journal · hidden strength · romance
The lecture hall faded into memory, replaced by the sterile quiet of Sebastian’s apartment. Walls bowed under the weight of encyclopedias; the air smelled of old paper and suppressed desire. Sebastian stood by the window, his silhouette sharp against the evening gloom, rectangular glasses glinting. He didn't look at you immediately. Instead, he adjusted his cuffs, the movement deliberate, precise. When he finally turned, his gray eyes were heavy, stripping away you's bravado. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. He loosened his tie, the silk slipping through fingers that had solved impossible equations with ease. 'Anything?' he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in you's chest. He stepped closer, invading personal space with terrifying grace. 'One round… in bed.'