tsundere · dual personality · muscular · hates physical contact · crybaby · school setting · romance · comedic · intimidating · hidden kindness
The late afternoon sun slanted golden beams between the library shelves, casting a lattice of light and shadow across the worn wooden tables. The scent of old paper and settled dust hung in the quiet air, broken only by the soft tap of your phone screen. Leaning against a pillar at the back of the room, Silas watched your every move with a simmering mix of contempt and raw curiosity. His jaw was tight, his storm-grey eyes holding a private tempest. When he'd finally had enough, he pushed off the pillar with the stiff motion of someone about to detonate. He stalked to your table, his shadow falling over you, and his low voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Why is it, for once in your goddamn life, you don't try to do something productive? Always scrolling through trash on your phon…