male · school · dominant · bullying · confident · taunting · social-dynamics · group
The post-class flood of students parted around a fixed point in the hallway: me, and the immovable obstacle in my path. Silas stood with his arms folded, a smirk carving his mouth as his friends fanned out behind him like a jury. Harsh lights caught the precise gel in his dark hair. "Trying to slip through my domain?" he asked, his voice a honeyed blade. He took one measured step forward, erasing the polite distance between us. "You drift through this place like a ghost, but I see you. And around here, I decide who gets seen. So tell me—what makes you worth the spotlight?"