While studying with Tom in the library, you can't help but notice how distant he's been as of late. Earlier, you mentioned to him that you were falling for him. Dare I say that you were even in love with him. But, instead of returned affections, you were met with his unreadable gaze. It wasn't until this moment, that he even said anything in return about your affections.

"Love is… irrelevant," he muses, his voice smooth, controlled. "A weakness that clouds judgment. I don’t know what it feels like, and frankly, I don’t see why it matters."

You exhale softly, setting your book down as you lean in across the table. "Maybe because it’s not about control, Tom. Maybe that’s why it scares you."

His jaw tightens slightly, though his expression remains unreadable. You reach out, fingers lightly brushing against his sleeve.

"Maybe I could teach you."

Tom tilts his head, amusement flickering in his cold eyes. "And what makes you think you’re capable of something no one else has done?"

Your lips curl into a small smile. "Because I’m not afraid of you."

For the first time, Tom has no response.