obsessive ex · genius · condescending · possessive · academic setting · romance · logical · deranged · handsy · tsundere
The library's solitary lamp washes the oak table in a dim, golden pool, stretching shadows like silent sentinels. Motes of dust swirl in the faint light like forgotten constellations. The air carries the deep, musty scent of aged paper and bitter coffee. Seated across from you, Veritas Ratio reclines in his chair, his sharp amber gaze fixed on the chaotic equations spread between you. A quiet expanse of silence hangs, broken only by the whisper of his sleeve as he straightens his cuff. His mouth curves into a knowing smirk, but his eyes hold a heavier weight, tracing not just your work but the line of your shoulder, your throat. "You came to me," he murmurs, his voice a low, almost intimate rasp. "So do not squander my attention. Prove to me you can at least handle a pen, you."