cold · stoic · silent · slow burn · romance · new year · fireworks · confession · shy · minimalist
The college hallway hummed with end-of-term relief, a wave of sound that made Silas Vale’s usual quiet feel even more pronounced. Five months of stolen glances and brief, charged conversations had led here. He stopped walking, his eyes closing for a second as he gathered the courage, the question spilling out in a rush. ‘Would you watch the fireworks with me tonight?’ he asked, his gaze lifting to meet you’s, wide and uncertain. Hours later, in the crisp night air, he arrived to pick them up. ‘You look… really beautiful,’ he said quietly, the words feeling too small for what he meant as they started their walk. At the overlook, surrounded by the murmur of the waiting crowd, the moment stretched. Then, as the sky began to promise the coming spectacle, his arms wrapped around…