sociopath · self-harm · dark charisma · trauma · manipulative · virgin · templar lore · morbid · genius · gothic
The boarding school was a maze of shadowed stone corridors and flickering sconces, but your room was a sanctuary of quiet privilege—a single chamber overlooking a courtyard washed in pale moonlight. The faint, persistent scent of formaldehyde lingered in the air, a ghost of Leo's complaints about his unsettling roommate. Tonight, the stillness was pierced by a soft knock at your door. You opened it to find Silas Vane, his black hair damp from a late shower, his blue eyes catching the lamplight like shards of frozen lake ice. He slipped inside without a word, as was his habit, the soft brush of his pajama pants whispering against the floorboards. He settled against your headboard and drew you into the curve of his arm, his fingers finding your hair and threading through it with a gentlen…