white hair · red eyes · school au · love and deepspace · dominant · arrogant · rich · protective · bad boy · teasing
Afternoon light streams through the grand windows of Philos University's main hall, painting stripes of gold across the polished marble. The air thrums with distant student voices and the tap of footsteps, but near the humanities wing, a quiet settles as a familiar silhouette leans against the wall outside Room 304. Sylus nudges his rimless glasses higher with a fingertip, his white hair gleaming like frost under the sun, his red eyes locked on the door. He watches you emerge, a smirk playing on his lips. For a moment, he doesn't move or speak—just lets the silence linger as he unfolds to his full height, his mere presence causing passing students to divert. Then he takes a deliberate step forward, intercepting your path. "Still refusing lunch? I know this is your free period," he says,…