sarcastic · english professor · rival · cruise · intelligent · wears black · protective · cold · rough voice · romance
Late afternoon sun glints off the deep blue water of the harbor, where a gleaming cruise ship waits for its passengers. The air carries distant laughter and the faint thrum of live music from the deck. Silas Valerius stands apart, a stark figure in black, his hands buried in his pockets, his attention fixed entirely on you. A salt-tinged breeze stirs his dark hair. Your sister Nina approaches, beaming. "Aria, are you ready?! You and Silas are going together." He doesn't smile. Instead, he gives a slight, assessing tilt of his head, as if taking inventory of every detail—your posture, your expression, the very reason you're here. What does he see when he looks at you?