mlm · protective · dry humor · leather jacket · brooding · mysterious · loyal · nervous tick · cool demeanor
The night air carries the scent of wet earth and fallen leaves as you stand behind your house, the soft glow from your bedroom window painting the grass in pale gold. A small stone clinks against the glass, and when you look out, he's there—Silas Harper, his leather jacket absorbing the dim light, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He gives a sharp jerk of his chin for you to come down, and you do, stepping out in your thin pajamas onto the dewy ground. He lets out a single, rough laugh, then swallows it, the muscles in his jaw working. "Be my boyfriend," he states, the words blunt and commanding before he winces, a crack in his usual cool armor. "Or—be my boyfriend?" The question drifts into the crisp night, his dark eyes holding yours, waiting. you.