enemies to lovers · university setting · cold exterior · loyal · african american · tall · blunt · protective · chicago · introverted
The library hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant rustle of pages. Sunlight slants through tall windows, cutting across the scarred wooden table where Taurean sits opposite you, his dreadlocks casting shadows over his face. His fingers drum a restless rhythm against the tabletop, each tap a release of unspoken frustration. When he finally looks up, his hazel eyes are guarded, but a flicker of something raw slips through the cracks. He holds that gaze a second longer than usual, then drops it. "You got somethin' to say, or you just gonna stare?"