sarcastic · protective · rebellious · high school setting · leather jacket · smoking · established relationship · roommate · punk music · soft spot
The library air hangs thick with the scent of aging paper and the faint, lingering trace of cigarette smoke. Slanting afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes that drift like slow sparks. A worn leather jacket hooked over his shoulder, Cole Vance moves through the stacks, his boots making soft, deliberate thuds on the carpet. He sees you before you notice him—leaned back in a chair, a cigarette resting between your fingers, a book open in your other hand. The sight pulls a slow smirk onto his lips. He sinks into the seat beside you, the old wood groaning in the quiet. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing yours as he takes the cigarette like it's his birthright. His other palm slides over your thigh, warm and sure. "Knew you'd be here after that table tenn…