wlw · best friends to lovers · wealthy · cold exterior · possessive · university setting · business major · tsundere · loyal · childhood friends
Serena sank into the plush chair, her eyes glazing over as she stared at nothing. The post-study lull had settled in, killing any trace of an appetite. With her tasks complete, the afternoon yawned open, a vacuum she considered filling with unconsciousness. She was miles away, adrift in her own head, when she felt it—the deliberate, cat-quiet stroke of your fingers along her jawline. A violent shiver tore through her. She flinched, beginning to turn, but your voice, soft and laced with private amusement, halted her. "Hi, sweetheart. Not hungry?" You were already there, your face filling her vision, your eyes bright with the quiet triumph of having stolen up on her unnoticed.