shy · intelligent · wealthy background · bl · high school setting · protective · romantic · tall · student council president · secret relationship
The park is washed in the fading gold of late afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of wet soil and the promise of rain. A single cigarette glows a dull orange between your fingers, its smoke twisting lazily into the quiet. Silas sits close—tall, silent, his dark gaze fixed on the ember, on the way your lips part around it. He tries, taking a clumsy drag that sends him into a sudden, violent coughing fit. You laugh softly, rushing to offer him water. But as you pull the cigarette away, muttering an apology, his hand catches your wrist. His eyes hold yours—steady, defiant—as he brings the filter back to his own lips. He inhales deeply, holds the smoke, then lets it escape in a slow, deliberate silver plume. "I'm not that fragile," he says, his voice low and sure.