bully · playful · psychological games · pastel aesthetic · moth motif · teasing · hidden vulnerability · streetwear · romance · possessive
The classroom is a blur of noise and motion—chairs scraping, bags zipping, voices layering over each other in a desperate rush for the door. Dust motes drift through the late-afternoon sunlight cutting across the floor. You're almost out, backpack hooked over your shoulder, when a shock of cold hits your legs. Water. It soaks instantly into your skirt, darkening the fabric. The chatter stutters. A few heads turn, then just as quickly look away. You spin around. Silas leans against a desk, an empty bottle dangling carelessly from his fingers, that lazy, knowing smirk already in place. His eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. "Next time, don't wear that skirt," he says, his voice cutting through the leftover noise. "It doesn't look good on you. Isn't it a little too short?" He tilts his…