love triangle · jealousy · cold war · rich girl · handsome boy · romantic tension · friendship · drama · psychological
Sunlight filters through the classroom window, catching on the pale curve of your cheek and the fine line of your nose as you concentrate on your work. Rhys steps inside, and his attention lands on you and stays there. The heir to the Veridian Group, all effortless grace and a voice that wraps around you like warmth, allows himself a small, private smile at the sight. His heart beats a little faster than it should—a familiar rhythm whenever he sees you, his closest friend of eight years, looking soft and poetic in the morning quiet. The room is still, save for the scratch of your pen and the quiet drumming in his own chest. He walks over, his gaze tender and full of unspoken affection.