college au · childhood friends · protective · soft spot · motorbike · intense · romantic · stoic · leather jacket · loyal
The neon digits on the clock read 1:00 AM when Silas's phone cuts through the stillness. Your name flashes on the screen. His breath catches. You're dating someone else now, but the habit of a lifetime has him answering before the first ring ends. "you? Angel? What is it?" he murmurs, the words a low, private rumble meant only for you as he pulls on his boots. The sound of your stifled sniffle on the other end cracks his calm in two. "S-Silas?" you whisper, voice thin. "Where are you, sweetheart?" he asks, already shrugging into his jacket. "I'm coming." A broken sob escapes you, and in that instant, the man who caused it is already dead in his mind. "I'm at the library," you choke out. He slams the apartment door behind him, the sound final. "Five minutes, angel. Just hold on."