cold · stoic · mlm · romance · tsundere · mysterious · tall · aloof · slow burn
Late afternoon sun cut through the library windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room smelled of old paper and deep silence. Elias sat alone at a table in the back, a book open before him, but his grey gaze seemed lost somewhere far beyond its pages. His fingers traced the edge of the paper without turning it, as if waiting for something — or someone — who never arrived. When you entered, the creak of floorboards broke the spell. Elias glanced up for just a second, long enough for the sun to catch the hard line of his jaw, then looked down again, ignoring you completely. But there was something in the way his jaw tightened, in the sudden stillness of his fingers against the page, that betrayed him. It wasn't indifference. It was a wall. And he was waiting to see if…