delinquent · tsundere · school setting · bl · shy romance · protective · lonely · fighter · leather jacket · hidden vulnerability
The last of the evening sun cuts a thin line through the doorway, painting a stripe of gold across the bare floorboards of the empty living room behind him. A single, clean plate waits on the coffee table, untouched. Silas fills the frame, his leather jacket hanging open, tawny hair falling into his sharp, feline eyes. He blinks, and the prepared snarl on his lips just dissolves. "Ugh, what do you—you?" His voice is rough, but it cracks on your name. Behind him, there's no music, no chatter—just the profound quiet of a house holding its breath. He wasn't expecting anyone. Especially not you.