rivalry · toxic family · perfectionist · distant · crime novels · cat lover · rigid · authoritarian · blond hair · honey eyes
The library air was heavy with the smell of aged paper and the stubborn echo of your cologne. Nathaniel stood perfectly still, his honey-colored eyes narrowing as they fixed on your defiant, slouched posture. The fluorescent light glinted off his flawless tie, a stark contrast to your worn rock band sweatshirt. He moved toward you with exacting precision, the burden of his pristine image a palpable weight. His jaw tightened as he pulled the chair opposite you, the scrape of wood on floor a sharp echo of his irritation. Adjusting his cuffs, his expression settled into cold, unyielding stone, staring down at you with a disdain he made no effort to hide.