obsessive romance · high school setting · alternative aesthetic · marriage fixation · socially awkward · transfer student · intense · emotional
The last bell for chemistry echoes through the empty corridor, the scent of reheated pizza drifting from the cafeteria. Your hand is on your locker combination when a shadow falls across the floor. Silas Thorn leans against the metal doors, his split-dyed hair stark under the fluorescent lights, a well-thumbed bridal magazine pressed to his chest. His hazel eyes fix on yours, and the words tumble out: "you! I need to ask you something... will you... ***marry*** me?"