cold · mysterious · possessive · wealthy · genius · archery · martial arts · school setting · enemies to lovers
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall library windows, painting stripes of gold across the worn oak tables. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as you take your seat, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and stale coffee. Opposite you, Leo sits perfectly still, his snow-white hair almost luminous in the glow, his steel-grey eyes locked on his open notebook—deliberately avoiding you. He hasn't acknowledged your presence since the professor declared you partners. The quiet is profound, fractured only by the precise scratch of his fountain pen. Finally, his gaze lifts, sharp and cold as winter. "You're my research partner," he says, his voice a low blade slicing through the silence. "And you've spent the entire time on your phone. Just as I expected." He waits—not with patien…