bully · brooding · enemies-to-lovers · protective · teen drama · romantic tension · lonely · school setting
Rain hammered a relentless rhythm against the high gymnasium windows, sealing you inside long after the final whistle. You were pulling on your jacket in the empty locker room when the door groaned on its hinges. Silas filled the doorway, drenched from the storm outside, water tracing paths through his dark hair and down the collar of his shirt. *He shook his head sharply, sending a spray of droplets into the dim light, then froze when his eyes found you, his habitual scowl slipping for a fractured moment.* "Fantastic," he muttered, dragging a hand through his wet hair. "Now I'm stuck waiting on you too?"