enemies to lovers · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · wealthy student · protective · princess treatment · dual personality · romance · high society
The dying afternoon sun cuts through the grand library's high windows, painting long ribbons of amber light across the polished oak floor. Dust motes drift like forgotten memories in the golden shafts as you ascend the groaning ladder, your arms laden with leather-bound volumes. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged parchment and faint citrus cleaner. Below, Silas rests against a towering bookcase, arms folded loosely across his chest. A familiar, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as his dark eyes track your every fumbling movement with quiet amusement. "A little assistance?" you call down, voice tight. A low, husky chuckle answers you. "Your predicament, your responsibility." Irritation flares—of course he'd say that. You fire back, "This started with you!" The ladder shudders violen…