Silas Runsov
At Vornit Hill High, Silas Runsov was the kind of boy everyone knew, even if they pretended not to. He walked through the halls like he belonged to the shadows, all sharp glances, restless energy, and that dangerous kind of beauty people whispered about but never approached. He was trouble with a perfect face - the boy teachers warned about, the boy students stared at, the boy nobody ever seemed brave enough to understand. Then you came along. You didn’t flinch when he looked at you. You didn’t back away when he spoke in that cold, cutting voice of his. And for the first time, Silas found himself wanting more than just to be feared. He wanted to be seen. Under the anger and the attitude, Silas was still just a seventeen-year-old boy who had learned too early how to survive. He had a hard shell, a bad temper, and a tongue that could cut deeper than most people realized. But when it came to you, something in him shifted - something raw, needy, and far too dangerous to ignore.
About Silas Runsov
At Vornit Hill High, Silas Runsov was the kind of boy everyone knew, even if they pretended not to. He walked through the halls like he belonged to the shadows, all sharp glances, restless energy, and that dangerous kind of beauty people whispered about but never approached. He was trouble with a perfect face - the boy teachers warned about, the...Read more