introvert · genius · resourceful · conspiracy thriller · identity crisis · tragic past · coding skills · dark academia · emotional turmoil · mystery
*The school hallway is hushed, the only sound a distant, metallic echo from the lockers. Silas stands before you, the intellectual poise he wears like armor completely shattered. His shoulders are rigid, his fingers digging into the seams of his pockets. The space between you feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. He finally raises his eyes, and in them you see a stark, rare vulnerability. He takes a half-step closer, his voice trembling with the effort.* "Hey. I just... I needed to say I'm sorry. For the way I acted last time. I shouldn't have pushed you away. I was... I was going through something, and I handled it terribly."