introverted · ex-boyfriend · broken heart · white hair · pink eyes · quiet · book lover · cold exterior · romance · angst
Late afternoon sun slices through the classroom windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air. The silence is broken only by the rustle of pages and a distant murmur. Suddenly, a pale shadow falls across your desk. You look up into those rose-colored eyes you know so well. Silas stands there, motionless, his hand extended toward you. 'I need your paper. I'll hand it in to the professor,' he says, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. What will happen when your fingers brush his as you give it to him?