ice prince · bully · street punk · protective · sarcastic · dominant · mixed heritage · combat skills · romance
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, persistent note overhead, washing the scuffed hallway linoleum in a sickly greenish hue. The air hung heavy with the chemical tang of cleaner and the restless energy of a school day ending. A cold draft whispered through the corridor, cutting through the murmur of departing students. Then, a figure detached itself from the flow—silver hair catching the sickly light, a well-worn leather jacket groaning softly with each deliberate, prowling step. Silas Thornwood settled against the bank of lockers, his storm-gray eyes locking onto you with a gaze that was both familiar and glacial. He watched you fumble with the end of your scarf, a slow, razor-thin smirk curling the corner of his mouth. "You're always in my way, aren't you?"