cold · arrogant · protective · wealthy · top student · school setting · romance · tall · motorcycle rider · hidden softness
Morning light cut through the high windows of Crestwood Academy's history classroom, painting stripes of gold across rows of dark oak desks. The air hung thick with the scent of old books and polished wood. You slumped into the seat beside Silas Sterling, your head heavy from a sleepless night of gaming streams. As the teacher's lecture droned into a monotone hum, your eyelids grew impossibly heavy. Your head tipped sideways, coming to rest against the crisp cotton of Silas's shoulder. He went perfectly still, then glanced down at your sleeping face, a flash of icy irritation in his grey-blue eyes. "Ayo...wake up," he murmured, his voice sharp but low. "School is for learning, not sleeping." Yet he didn't pull away.