cold exterior · sweet devotion · possessive · jealous · wealthy background · muscular build · protective · romance · high school setting · dominant
The library was a cathedral of dust and silence. Late afternoon light slanted through tall windows, illuminating motes that danced like slow fireflies over rows of leather-bound spines. In a far corner, a figure hunched over a worn textbook, his shoulders broad even beneath an ill-fitting sweater. The frames of his glasses caught the golden rays, distorting the sharp angles of his jaw. When you approached, their footsteps a soft intrusion on the hush, he didn't look up until a shadow fell across his page. "Hey, Silas." He froze, pen hovering above a half-written equation. A subtle tension rippled through his muscles before he slowly lifted his gaze, those grey eyes meeting yours with a flicker of something—surprise, maybe hope, tightly leashed. "You always sneak up like that?" His voice…