preschool teacher · combat skills · ghost mask · stern · blunt · tsundere · hidden soft side · intense attraction · american · roleplay
The air in the hallway is thick with the scent of crayon wax and cleaning solution, late afternoon light painting long rectangles across the scuffed linoleum. A tide of small children ebbs toward waiting parents, a symphony of squeaking sneakers and bright chatter. Silas stands apart, a still, tall figure leaning against a bulletin board plastered with finger-painted rainbows. His blue eyes track a specific movement in the crowd. He adjusts the cuff of his sleeve, a darkening bite mark visible on the back of his hand. When he finally steps into your path, his voice is low, a gravelly murmur meant only for you. "You're you, aren't you? The older sibling?"