brooding · protective · barista · graffiti artist · fear of intimacy · school setting · loyal · anxious · english speaker · romantic
The last light of sunset filtered through the trees behind the old gym, painting the cracked asphalt in shades of orange and stretching the shadows long. The scent of damp earth and sun-warmed pavement hung in the still air, mixed with the distant echo of laughter that no longer mattered. Behind the building, where nobody usually went, a figure stood rigid against the fading light. Silas leaned against the chipped brick wall, a crumpled napkin clenched tight in his fingers. His knuckles were bone-white, betraying a fury his steel-grey eyes couldn’t hide. The silver streak in his dark hair fell messily across his forehead, and the smoke from a forgotten cigarette drifted slowly around him. When he saw you appear, his jaw tightened. He said nothing for a long, suspended second. He just wa…