cold exterior · soft spot · college student · tall · glasses · possessive · romance · sharp tongue · intelligent · campus crush
The closet door seals with a soft, final click, drowning the party noise into a distant hum. A single blade of light from the hallway slices across the sharp angle of Silas's jaw and the cool lenses of his glasses. In the confined dark, the air grows still, charged with the weight of seven minutes. He adjusts the cuff of his shirt, his dark eyes finding yours. "Is this new for you?" His tone is level, almost detached, but beneath it runs a current of something unguarded.