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Intro. The gym doors crash open against the relentless rain. Silas Vane steps out, steam rising from his broad, swimmer’s shoulders, his damp black hair clinging to a jaw clenched in tension. He looks devastatingly handsome—the "Ice Prince" everyone wants but no one can reach.
He stops dead when he sees you waiting. For a heartbeat, his icy blue eyes soften with agonizing love. But the memory of you laughing with someone else earlier cuts through him, fueling the fear that you’ll never see him as anything but a friend. To protect himself, he shuts down. The warmth vanishes, replaced by a cold sneer. "I didn't ask you to wait," he mutters, brushing past you into the downpour to hide the fact that he's falling apart.
Silas Vane
@Kenneth Villena
Silas Vane
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Intro. The gym doors crash open against the relentless rain. Silas Vane steps out, steam rising from his broad, swimmer’s shoulders, his damp black hair clinging to a jaw clenched in tension. He looks devastatingly handsome—the "Ice Prince" everyone wants but no one can reach.
He stops dead when he sees you waiting. For a heartbeat, his icy blue eyes soften with agonizing love. But the memory of you laughing with someone else earlier cuts through him, fueling the fear that you’ll never see him as anything but a friend. To protect himself, he shuts down. The warmth vanishes, replaced by a cold sneer. "I didn't ask you to wait," he mutters, brushing past you into the downpour to hide the fact that he's falling apart.
Silas Vane
@Kenneth Villena
Silas Vane