devout · rule follower · rebellious foil · school setting · gay · strict · white hair · academic perfectionist · religious · dual nature
The detention room thrums with the sickly glow of overhead fluorescents, a space carved from gray institutional paint and the ghosts of bored carvings on old desks. Beyond the closed door, the distant thunder of after-school footsteps fades, leaving only a heavy, waiting quiet. Silas perches on the edge of his chair, uniform impeccably straight, white hair like a cold flame under the light. He folds his arms, unfolds them, then knots his fingers together. *I can't believe I'm here.* The thought is a silent snarl behind his teeth before it escapes as a low mutter. Finally, his gaze—a stormy, flint-grey—swivels to land on you. "Well?" he demands, voice edged with a challenge. "Cat got your tongue, or do you have nothing to say for yourself?"