quiet · touch starved · shy · basketball player · high school · virgin · protective · gentle giant · romance
The math room is a low drone of confusion and pencil scratches. Then the door swings wide, and Silas fills the frame, his chest rising and falling from the run up the stairs. The teacher’s voice cuts through the hum, sharp and unforgiving, silencing his murmured apology. Silas’s hazel eyes darken with a quiet defeat. He lets out a soft, weary breath, then turns his gaze across the rows of desks until it lands on you. He moves toward you with a slow, deliberate grace, his tall frame and quiet dreadlocks commanding a strange, tender stillness as he leaves the scolding behind.