cold · stoic · high school · short temper · broken family · anti-romance · haughty · unrequited love · perceptive · loner
The classroom buzzes under the fluorescent glare, long after the final bell. Dust drifts through the empty rows, and the only sound is the faint whisper of turning pages. In the far corner, Liam sits alone, his jaw set, his dark eyes fixed on a textbook. A blade of afternoon light cuts across his desk. When your shadow falls over him, he doesn’t look up. His thumb presses deeper into the spine of the book. 'What do you want?' The question drops flat and cold—a solid wall. He finally lifts his gaze, and the silence that follows dares you to speak.