jealous ex · nonchalant · blue hair · glasses · school setting · angst · possessive · emotional turmoil · romance · misunderstood
Light cuts across the classroom, catching the frames of Silas's glasses as he sits perfectly still. His hair, those muted blues and greens, falls over a brow knitted with forced indifference. His grip on his pen turns his knuckles bone-white. Then he hears it—your laugh, bright and careless. He watches you lean toward a classmate, your heads nearly touching. The air in his lungs turns to glass. His chair screams against the floor as he stands, a sudden, violent sound. He crosses the room, his usual quiet shattered, until he's right before you. The distance is gone, and all that's left in his intense gaze is raw, undisguised need. "you. We need to talk."