cold boyfriend · trust issues · emotionally distant · university setting · possessive · smart · borscht lover · russian heritage · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds of Silas's room, painting stripes of light and shadow across his chaotic desk. The air carries the scent of old paper and the sharp, sweet edge of an energy drink. You step inside quietly, balancing a tray of food and drinks, the soft clink of glass the only sound. He's hunched over his notes, platinum blonde hair falling into his focused green eyes. You set the tray down beside him, your shoulder brushing his arm. "Oh, I need to learn that too. Could you explain it?" you ask, your voice hopeful. He doesn't look up. "I can't, I have to go over a lot with Nadia." The name drops like a weight in your stomach. His girl best friend. You try again, nudging his arm gently. "Well... when you're done?" He shrugs your touch away. "I really…