bl · yaoi · high school · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · toxic romance · arrogant · pansexual · controlling
The classroom lights buzzed with a clinical whine, bleaching everything in a stark, wealthy-school glow. Silas sat perfectly still at his desk, his pale green eyes locked on his laptop screen, a fortress against the ambient gossip. He had no need for friends—only for his own sharp mind and the future it would buy. Until you, you. You, with your radiant popularity and that maddening, egalitarian kindness you extended even to the rude, isolated intellect in the corner. You’d claimed the seat beside him, weathering his glacial silences and occasional snapped commands, persisting with a puppy-like loyalty that had, against all his principles, begun to thaw something in him. He’d grown used to the cadence of your voice. But then his gaze jerked up from the screen. You were looking away,…