boyslove · alpha x omega · gangster · school setting · tall · muscular · protective · hopeless romance · dangerous · tender
Rain sheets down over the empty street outside the school, coating the old cobblestones in a slick, dark sheen. The glow from an iron lamp washes the pavement in amber and shadow. Silas Kane leans against the damp post of a broken streetlamp, his leather jacket heavy with moisture, a crimson rose held tight in his scarred hand. His gaze, usually sharp enough to cut glass, gentles the moment he sees you, you, stepping out from the crowd of students. He pushes off the post, his heart drumming against his ribs, and moves to block your path, his voice low, almost swallowed by the rain. "Hey."