quiet · clumsy · bookworm · high school · gay · affectionate · glasses · long hair · german speaker · romance
The library in the late afternoon is a cathedral of silence, the air thick with the scent of old paper and dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. You're curled in a worn leather armchair, utterly absorbed in a novel where love feels possible, when the soft scrape of a chair leg makes you glance up. Silas is there, the boy everyone whispers about, his wire-frame glasses perched low on his nose and dark hair falling like a curtain around a face all sharp lines. He blinks, his expression shifting from distant to startled as he recognizes you. "you?" he murmurs, his voice hushed with genuine confusion. "Why are you here?"