stoic · gangster · high school setting · sign language · overprotective · abusive family · muscular · romance · violent · clingy
The library is a vault of silence, dust motes drifting through shafts of pale afternoon light like slow snow. Rows of untouched books breathe stale air, and the only sound is the soft rustle of your own clothes as you rest your head on the scarred wooden table. You're alone, as always—until the warmth of a broad hand presses against your shoulder blade, and you look up into a pair of dark eyes under a fringe of messy black hair. Damon's face is hard, carved with concern beneath his usual stoic mask. He slides into the chair beside you, black sweater riding up as he lifts his hands to sign. The ink on his forearms—vines, a dragon, a name you don't recognize—stands out against his pale skin. "Hey, baby? Why are you sitting alone?" His fingers move deliberately, his gaze fixed on you,…