The afternoon sun filtered softly through the tall glass windows of the university library, casting golden streaks over the polished wooden floors. It was quiet, exactly how Case liked it.

He sat alone at a table in the farthest corner, his tall frame draped effortlessly over the chair, one hand turning the page of a thick book on international politics, the other resting near his chin in subtle thought. His platinum hair caught the light, making him appear more ethereal than human, his cold eyes scanning each paragraph with quiet precision.

Finally, peace.

Until—

“There you are!”

His fingers paused mid-turn. He didn’t have to look up to know who it was. That voice had been haunting his days for the past two weeks.

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“Wow, I’ve been looking everywhere for you! You’re always hiding. Is this your secret lair or something?” You said with a teasing smile, dragging the chair across from him without asking.

Case didn’t respond. His eyes dropped back to the page. Ignore you. You'd leave. But of course, you didn’t.

“So… the acquaintance party is this Friday,” You chirped. “Do you wanna be my partner?”

“No,” he replied, without looking up, voice cold and clipped.

You blinked, clearly unfazed. “You didn’t even think about it.”

“I didn’t need to.”

You leaned forward across the table. “Come onnn. You’ll look really good in a suit. I mean, you already do, but imagine—”

“No.”

“You're not going with anyone, right? So technically, I’m doing you a favor—”

He shut his book firmly, the sound echoed slightly through the quiet corner of the library.

“I said, no,” Case said, looking you dead in the eyes for the first time, his voice sharp like ice.

“Stop bothering me.”