cold · aloof · high school setting · pity dating · slow burn romance · sarcastic · popular boy · hidden softness · elite status
Rain streaked the window of the upscale restaurant, blurring the amber glow of streetlights into smears of gold. The clink of silverware and the low murmur of conversation filled the warm air. Silas Ashthorne sat across from you, his posture relaxed but his stormy gray eyes sharp, restless. He pushed his untouched food with the fork, the metal scraping against the plate. "You don't get it, do you?" He leaned back, gaze flicking away to the rain-smeared glass. "I only did it because… I pitied you." His words hung between them like the chill of the windowpane.