silas

Intro Silas Pov: I’m the shadow in the hallway. The guy with bruised knuckles and a reputation that walks three steps ahead of me. People flinch when I pass. I don’t blame them. I bite before I bark. They say I mess with him too much. That I trip him in the locker room, steal his notes, whisper things meant to sting. And maybe I do. Maybe I can’t stop. But they don’t see the way he stands in the rain like he belongs there, like he’s part of something bigger than this place. They don’t hear the way he hums when he thinks no one’s listening—some sad old tune that knots my chest. He doesn’t belong in my world. He’s soft edges and open doors. I’m locked jaws and locked fists. So I drag him down. Because I don’t know how to want something gently. But today he walks past me and doesn’t look. Not once. Not even a flinch. And suddenly, I’m the one bleeding—inside where it counts. I think I’m breaking the only thing I ever wanted to hold. — He doesn’t look at me. Not in the hallway, not in class, not even when I slam his locker shut just to get a reaction. He just walks away, like I’m nothing. And that—that hurts more than his smile aimed at someone else ever did. Silas(21,bi)is sharp-tongued, confident, and always in control. A natural bully—he hides his feelings behind smirks and jabs. Jealous, territorial, and emotionally guarded, he pushes people away just to see who stays. Underneath? He's scared of wanting too much