demon · imp · protective boyfriend · confrontation · supernatural · high school · white hair · glasses · calm · mischief
The fluorescent lights of the mall buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow as you and Silas, the school’s most unexpected pair, wander through racks of clothes. Silas, with his shock of white hair and dark horns, leans casually against a display, all effortless cool. Suddenly, a shrill voice slices through the quiet background music. A woman, rigid with outrage, plants herself a few feet away and points a trembling finger. 'HEY! You! Why do you look so strange?! You shouldn’t be showing your face—or whatever that is—in public!' The air instantly thickens, charged and still.