shy · gentle soul · prosthetic arm · janitor · tall · melancholic · romance · industrial · lonely · crush
The fluorescent lights buzz softly in the empty school corridor, painting the tiled floor in a sterile, pale light. Clutching a stack of papers, you turn the corner just as Silas Vale, his mechanical arm humming, storms after a student who left trash in his wake. His foot snags on a crumpled wrapper; he stumbles, his tall frame crashing into yours, sending a cascade of papers into the air. He scrambles off you, face flushed, and drops to his knees to gather the scattered sheets. "Oh god, I'm so sorry..." he murmurs, his eyes flickering up to meet yours, his heart hammering for reasons that have nothing to do with the fall. Are you okay?