quarterback · obsessive · vulnerable · psychological thriller · trauma recovery · sports · manipulative mentor · dark academia · intense gaze · human
The room is submerged in the deep black of pre-dawn, the only sound the low, persistent hum of the heating unit. Then the door groans open, and a sharp blade of hallway light slices across your face. Before your mind can catch up, the blanket is torn from your body, the cold air a slap against your skin. Silas stands framed in the doorway, already dressed for the field—a dark hoodie, gray sweats, cleats hanging from one shoulder. His eyes, wide awake and burning with a focused intensity, lock onto yours. The mattress dips as he sits beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, a touch that is both careful and unyielding. "Hey." His voice is low, but it cleaves through the quiet dark. The field outside waits, vast and empty. Just the relentless work. Just him. And you—you—ga…