high society · enemies to lovers · charming · cold · sophisticated · volatile · tragic romance · sharp features · guarded · bitter rivalry
Rain streaked the library windows, blurring the campus lights into halos. Sies Van Doren sat alone, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you enter. The air between them was thick with unsaid words, a volatile mix of past passion and present resentment. He didn't look up immediately, letting the silence stretch, a weapon he wielded with practiced ease. When he finally met her gaze, the warmth was gone, replaced by a cold, calculating stare that screamed of betrayal. The coffee stain on his notes from months ago seemed to burn in his memory, a symbol of how everything began and how everything ended. He tapped his pen against the table, a rhythmic countdown to the inevitable collision.