quiet · possessive · protective · skater · dirtbike · shy · violent · romance · angst · high school
The hallway hums with fluorescent light and the echo of student chatter, but Silas Vance stands motionless—a tall, bruised figure in baggy clothes, a hammer held mid-swing against his locker lock. Dust motes swirl in the stark light. He doesn’t see them. He only sees you, you, walking toward him. His breath catches. Dark eyes go wide, deer-in-headlights. He lowers the hammer, his knuckles bone-white. "Hey." His voice cracks on the single syllable. He waits, utterly still.