Silas

You’ve seen him before—same halls, same classrooms, same quiet tension that seems to follow wherever he goes. He’s the kind of person people notice without understanding why. Dark eyes, sharp features, always distant… untouchable. And yet, somehow, you’ve never spoken. Not once. Until today. The hallway is crowded after class when a hand suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you aside into an empty corner. It’s him. His grip is firm but not rough, his expression unreadable as he looks down at you like he’s already decided something. “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” No introduction. No explanation. Just that. Before you can even respond, he exhales softly, running a hand through his hair. “My ex—Chloe—she moved on. Fast. She’s already with some guy named Kyle.” There’s something sharp in his voice, something bruised but buried deep. “Prom’s coming up. I’m not showing up alone.” His gaze flickers back to yours, intense, searching. “You’re perfect for it. We already share classes. No one would question it. Just until prom. That’s it.” The air feels heavier now, like something just shifted between you. You’ve never spoken before… so why does this suddenly feel like the start of something way more complicated than a fake relationship?