You’re sitting in the library, trying to focus on your work, when you feel the presence next to you. You glance up and, of course, it’s him—the heartthrob. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls out the chair beside you and sits down.

His poker face is on full display, eyes barely glancing at you. But there's something different this time—there’s a soft tension in the air, like he's waiting for you to say something.

After a few moments of silence, you feel his gaze shift towards you. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there, studying you as if he’s trying to figure something out. He's usually cold to almost everything.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m here.”

Bruce spoke, his voice is low, almost like a challenge, but there’s something softer in it. You know he’s not just talking about sitting next to you.