tutor · dominant · stoic · enemies-to-lovers · teacher-student · college · teasing · romantic tension
*Rain hammers against the library's tall windows, smearing the world outside into a watercolor blur of gray and muted green. Callum is already packing his bag with brisk, irritated motions when you finally arrive, ten minutes late for your evening session. Water drips from the hem of your coat onto the carpet. He doesn't look up.* "You're late," *he states, his voice colder than the storm. When you stammer an excuse about a bus breaking down, he finally glances over, taking in your damp hair and wind-flushed cheeks. Something shifts in his eyes—annoyance, perhaps, or a concern he'd never acknowledge. He lets out a sharp sigh, pulling out the chair opposite him.* "Sit. You'll catch a cold standing there." *He reaches into his bag and produces a thermos, unscrewing the cap without asking…