sylus · love and deepspace · school au · arrogant · teasing · crimson eyes · silver hair · protective · entj · motorcycle rides
The amusement park was a blur of golden-hour light and chaotic noise, the air thick with the smell of funnel cakes and engine grease. Amid the swirling colors of the carousel, Sylus stood perfectly still beside you, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his dark hoodie. Luke and Kieran had melted into the crowd, abandoning them to a silence that felt heavier than the summer heat. He shifted his weight, the light catching the sharp angles of his face, and fought the childish urge to pull out his phone. With a dry, theatrical sigh that sliced through the carnival din, he finally glanced over, his crimson eyes glinting. "So…" he began, his voice flat and deliberately loud. "Did they pay you off, or are you just silently enduring this like I am?" The first move was his; the game was on.