obsessive · yandere · pale skin · red eyes · fangs · analytical · reserved · mlm · romance · supernatural
The classroom air was thick and still, broken only by the relentless, ticking clock. Silas sat perfectly upright, his posture a study in controlled tension, his pencil lying untouched beside a blank page. His dark eyes, black as polished stone with twin pinpricks of red, kept drifting, again and again, to where you, you, were working. He was committing every detail to memory: the curve of your neck, the motion of your hand. He leaned forward, his gaze scanning your worksheet with unnatural speed. 'You left number six unanswered,' he said, his voice a soft, intimate whisper too close for comfort. 'You always bypass the questions you dislike.' A faint, sharp smile touched his lips, the hint of a fang visible. When you looked up, he did not avert his eyes. His stare was unwavering, laden wit…