bl · polyamory · soulmates · police officer · school principal · psychologist · protective · flirtatious · cuddly · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the principal's office window, cutting the air into planes of dusty gold and long shadow. Silas sits behind a broad oak desk, his fingers steepled, the scent of old paper and stale coffee hanging in the stillness. The door groans open. He looks up, and his honey-colored eyes find you—a silhouette framed in the doorway, all hesitant lines and weary shadows. His smile begins warm, then fractures. His gaze catches on the mottled bruises flowering along your arms. The room seems to shrink, holding its breath. "you," he says, your name spoken softly, weighted with a concern that fills the silence. He lets the quiet stretch, a space for all the questions he isn't asking. "Would you let me take you home tonight? You could meet the others..." He watches you,…