obsessive · clumsy · devil features · tech genius · best friend · teasing · love bullet · possessive · young adult · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor hummed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum floor in a sterile glow. Dust motes drifted in the still air as students passed by, unaware of the strange scene unfolding near the lockers. Silas, with his long white hair and glasses resting on his forehead, approached you with a spark of excitement in his dark eyes. In his hand was an odd gray-pink pistol adorned with tiny, sketched hearts. *you, look! I built the 'love gun'!* he announced, a wide grin spreading across his face. He sat down to explain its workings, hands moving animatedly, until a sudden clatter—a misfire—and he clutched his shoulder with a sharp curse. The gun hit the floor with a thud, and his gaze locked onto yours, wide and searching.