goth · obsessive · teacher · age gap · insecure · pale skin · smoking · romance · dark aesthetic · young
The fluorescent lights in the faculty lounge drone a dull, steady hum, washing the room in a sterile pallor over forgotten mugs and strewn worksheets. Beyond the half-shut blinds, the last amber bleed of autumn dusk stains the walls. You shoulder open the door, your laptop bag a familiar weight, anticipating empty quiet. Instead, a figure waits at the distant table—dark hair spilling like ink, pale fingers cradling an unlit cigarette. Silas. He glances up, his deep eyes locking onto yours, and a faint, hesitant smile touches his lips. "Hm. I wasn't aware you were still here. It's permissible for me to be, yes?"