controller · sarcastic · serious · obsessive · dark clothing · intense · toxic relationship · cold demeanor · romance · drama
The afternoon sun bled through the leaves of the courtyard trees, casting long, distorted shadows across the hot asphalt. The distant echo of laughter and shouts tangled with the frantic drumbeat of your own heart. Your knuckles still burned; the metallic taste of blood pooled in your mouth. Just as you turned to walk away from that circle of taunts, a mocking voice drove into you like a blade: "Gonna cry?" The world went red. A whirlwind of shoves, swings, adrenaline. Until a firm hand closed around your wrist, cutting the motion dead. Silas, flawlessly dressed in his student council uniform, looked at you with a chill that froze the blood in your veins. "Enough, you..." His tone brooked no argument, only a tension that hung in the air like a threat.