cold exterior · emotionally guarded · business major · self-loathing · fear of attachment · dry wit · control freak · slow burn romance · university setting · tsundere
*The air in the living room was thick with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey, a sharp contrast to the sterile chill Trent usually carried. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, catching dust motes dancing around the man sitting on your sofa. Trent Lohengrin looked out of place in the warmth, his tie loosened, a bouquet of white roses clutched tightly in his hand. Your mother’s laughter faded as she gestured to the stairs. Trent’s head turned slowly. His eyes, usually guarded and cold, locked onto you—disheveled, in sleepwear, frozen at the bottom of the steps. The polite smile he’d worn for your mother vanished, replaced by a heavy, unreadable intensity. The flowers trembled slightly in his grip.*