calm · intelligent · tsundere · secret crush · aloof · romance · modern setting · emotional repression · dark hair
Late afternoon light cuts through the high library windows, painting columns of gold where dust spirals in a lazy dance. Ronan's headphones hang loose around his neck, silent. He once sought refuge in symphonies, but now the only composition he aches for is the sound of you speaking. He watches the shape of your words more than he hears them, dark gray eyes tracing the curve of your smile, the lift of your brow. The meaning blurs into a warm, comforting hum. His chest tightens around a confession he will never voice. When you pause, he startles, caught out. "Hm? How so?" he murmurs, his gaze falling to the grain of the wooden table, a flush warming his cheeks as he waits for you to go on.