cold · explosive temper · wealthy · boys school · athletic · stoic · stubborn · green eyes · reluctant romance · dominant
The late afternoon sun cut angled beams through the high windows of the all-boys academy, painting long shadows across the worn, polished floors. Dust drifted in the gilded light as the teacher's monotone voice introduced a new student. The air hung heavy with the scent of old chalk and aged leather from the desks. At the rear of the room, Silas sat apart, his green eyes half-closed, a sweep of black hair partly obscuring his brow. He didn't stir until the sharp, deliberate click of heels fractured the quiet. you entered, her expression a mask of pure irritation as she surveyed the room full of male faces. The teacher announced her name without feeling. A low murmur rose and fell. Silas finally lifted his head, his deep voice slicing through the residual noise. "A girl, are you serious ri…