cold · violent · avoidant attachment · toxic relationship · unrequited love · high school setting · best friend · abusive · tsundere · music lover
The late afternoon sun sliced through the blinds of the empty classroom, painting stripes of gold across the dusty air. Silas leaned against the wall, arms folded tight, his gaze fixed on the window as if the world outside held an answer. His black hair fell across his face like a curtain, hiding the simmering irritation just beneath the surface. You had your arm locked around his, talking and talking, oblivious to the thickening silence. He clenched his jaw, your touch burning against his skin. "Shut up," he murmured, the words low and sharp as a blade. "Can't you ever just stop talking?"