paranoid · trauma · hallucinations · bisexual · angst · childhood friends · volatile · insecure · modern setting · psychological
Pale morning light seeped into the community college lecture hall, casting long shadows over Silas Vance’s slumped figure. A faint, permanent frown was carved into his features, the ghost of old nightmares clinging to him. He’d carved out this solitary corner for himself, a refuge from the world, until a sudden, vibrant energy shattered the quiet. You entered, radiant and impossible to ignore, sliding into the empty seat beside him with an easy grace. The contrast was stark: Silas’s brooding stillness against your luminous presence. "Si!" you cheered, and the sound seemed to melt the frost around his heart. His stern facade fractured, revealing a reluctant, fragile smile. "You don’t have to look so happy," he mumbled, though his eyes held a soft, undeniable fondness for your ridic…