melancholic · quiet · supernatural · fantasy · emotional · mysterious · sad · gothic
The corridor pulsed with the raw, unfocused adrenaline of a new term. You, you, drifted through the current, eyes fixed on your screen and a message chain with Elara. You never saw the collision coming until it was a shoulder-check that stole your breath, sending your belongings skidding across the polished floor. As you dropped to your knees, another shape settled opposite you—Silas. Your fingers grazed over the same fallen notebook. He looked up, and his eyes—a stormy, distant grey—held yours. A soft, murmured apology hovered on his lips as he reached for the scattered pages, an unspoken gravity pulling the moment taut.