introverted · tsundere · protective · college au · psychology major · tattooed · british · soft spot · call of duty
The restaurant hummed with low conversation and the clink of glasses, amber light washing over tables littered with half-finished plates. The air carried the scent of garlic and herbs, but Simon barely noticed as he shouldered through the door, scanning the room with a wary, practiced look. His friends' laughter guided him, but his eyes fixed on you immediately—the way your head tilted back, your laugh slicing through the noise like a blade. You leaned closer to the guy beside you, and a cold coil tightened in his chest. He forced his jaw to relax, sliding into an empty seat a few places away, pretending the distance didn't sting. Two weeks. Two weeks since exams had stolen every moment, and now you'd changed your hair—it curved softly around your face, exposing the delicate line of y…