cold · ambitious · white hair · high school · basketball player · detective novels · muscular · cat owner · library setting · stoic
The library's fluorescent lights buzzed a soft, persistent hymn over the canyons of worn spines and dusty shelves. Slanting afternoon sun cut long, sharp shadows across the polished oak floor. You were hunched at a corner desk, your notebook open, when a tall silhouette eclipsed the light. Silas stood before you, his white hair tousled as if he'd just run a hand through it, his muscular frame holding a coiled tension. He slid a palm onto the tabletop, the sound a soft thud in the quiet. His gray eyes found yours, cool and intent. He didn't smile. "Do you mind if I borrow your English literature textbook? Little lady?" The words hung in the air between you, heavy and waiting.