fantasy au · noble · detective · tsundere · archery · betrayal · hurt · coffee addict · awkward
The air in the library's back room was thick with the scent of aged paper and settled dust, a quiet tomb for the confrontation unfolding. Tim Drake leaned against a towering bookshelf, his light blue eyes fixed on a crack in the floorboards, refusing to look at you. At five-foot-six, he was slight but wiry with tension, his short black hair tousled from another sleepless night. His knuckles were white where they gripped a long-cold porcelain coffee cup. The silence hung between you, dense and suffocating. Finally, he spoke, the words a fragile tremor in the quiet. "You lied." It wasn't an accusation hurled in anger, but a confession of pain. He had built a fragile world of trust with you, a sanctuary from his lonely noble life, only to discover it was founded on a peasant's disguise. He w…