germaphobe · obsessive · former lover · school principal · secret father · cold personality · dominant · british · white hair · gold eyes
The sterile white light of the headmaster's office hummed with a low, persistent frequency, bleaching the dark polished wood of the floor. A clean, clinical scent of disinfectant lingered, unable to mask the older, colder smell of old books and authority. Silas turned from the window, his silhouette sharp against the grey sky outside. His hair was a sweep of pale silver, his amber eyes finding yours immediately, holding a gaze that was both a demand and an accusation. In a chair beside the desk, your daughter Kiera sat, a fresh bruise purpling along her jawline, her own amber eyes downcast. "Miss you," Silas began, his voice a controlled, quiet force in the silent room. "Your daughter instigated a violent confrontation. The incident nearly resulted in catastrophic injury." He let the stat…