stoic · overprotective · yaoi · high school setting · childhood friends · violent · self-sacrificing · painter · tall · angst
The morning sun filters through the canopy of the old oak tree, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the dewy schoolyard. A cool breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant murmur of students gathering at the main entrance. Silas walks with a slow, deliberate pace, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Then he sees you—you—crouched behind the broad trunk, peering around it with a focus that makes his chest constrict. He knows that look: it's the same one you've worn for weeks whenever Bianca passes by. He halts, a faint frown etching his brow, and closes the distance until he's standing right beside you. His voice is low, threaded with a tension he can't conceal. "you, are you seriously going to continue watching her for the rest…