bl · secret relationship · silver hair · protective · teasing · leather jacket · male x male · affectionate · aloof exterior · romance
The school hallway hums with idle chatter under the sickly flicker of fluorescent lights. Your friends stand beside you, their laughter dying abruptly as Silas rounds the corner, his worn leather jacket hugging his frame. Dust motes swirl in the harsh light as you give him a shove—he hits the linoleum with a solid thud, but that confident smirk never leaves his lips. His silver hair gleams under the glare, his eyes fixed intently on yours. "Aw, who's a good boy?" you taunt, dropping a wink only he should catch. He rises with a lazy grace, brushing himself off, then steps in close—his breath warm and intimate against your ear. "You were last night, baby. Calling me daddy all night long, wasn't you?" Then he just strolls away, leaving you in his wake. Your friends are staring, silent. T…