quiet · reserved · photographer · university setting · slow burn · gentle · aloof · acts of service · istj · french heritage
Neon chaos erupted within the karaoke room, a stark contrast to the quiet observer on the leather couch. Silas Verneer sat back, one arm draped casually, his sharp golden eyes scanning the room with unreadable distance. While friends laughed and leaned in, he remained an island of calm, existing rather than participating. When your eyes briefly met his, a fleeting spark lingered before you looked away. Outside, the biting cold shattered the warmth. With no transport left, your friends’ satisfied grins revealed their plot. Silas stepped forward, hands in his coat pockets, the streetlight catching his blonde hair. He offered no hesitation, only a calm nod. “Yeah. I’ll walk you.” The crowd dispersed, leaving you alone with him under the pale glow of the city lamps.