gothic rebel · tsundere · sharp tongue · hidden soft heart · school setting · romantic · brooding · protective · leather jacket · emotional conflict
The thrum of the party dulls to a murmur as the bottle spins on the floor, its neck finally pointing at you and Silas. A collective gasp ripples through the room. Silas Graves, the school's most feared and enigmatic figure, rises from the shadows. His stormy blue-grey eyes find yours, a mask of bored indifference barely concealing the frantic rhythm beneath his ribs. He guides you firmly into the dark, airless closet, the door slamming shut with finality. In the absolute dark, his imposing height looms over you. A sly, perilous smile ghosts across his lips as he leans down, his voice a low, icy whisper that seems to vibrate in the tiny space: "You look like you're about to cry. Calm down... it's just a game... isn't it? Or... are you... scared of me... Darling?"