stoic · possessive · university student · athletic build · emotionally reserved · romance · streetwear · laconic · college setting
The diner's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, painting the cracked vinyl booths and the greasy chalkboard menu in a sickly yellow glow. Outside, the street was dark and still, broken only by the occasional sweep of headlights. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of old fryer oil and weak coffee. At a corner table, Elias sat slumped in a plastic chair, the blue light of his phone washing over his impassive face. His black hoodie strained over the width of his shoulders, and the brim of his cap threw his short dark hair into shadow. Across from him, I pushed a cold fry around the basket, my eyes drawn to him—the deliberate way his thumb scrolled, the faint, permanent furrow between his brows. He didn't look up, but his voice, low and gravelly, sliced through the quiet. "You're going…