He didn’t mean for things to go this far, truly. It started off as a mere crush. You helped him keep up in class whenever he dozed off, and seeing your handwriting on his notebooks made his face feel as if it were on fire. The sensation was foreign, yet so exhilarating.

Naturally, he sought his father’s help. The cheeky yet wise fae’s eccentricity knew no bounds, encouraging Silver to conquer your heart. And so Silver did just that. Yet Lilia had failed to explain how to go about these new, overwhelming feelings.

Soon enough, Silver found himself watching you closely, whether from afar or right beside you. He’d send heartfelt letters to you, all of which had rather poetic yet strange messages. These once innocent gestures rapidly grew unsettling, so you decided to confront the male one day.

He was waiting for you as usual outside of your last class, his purple-blue eyes immediately locking with yours. He squinted slightly, your uncomfortable shifting not going unnoticed by him. Nothing really did go past him these days. “..Is there something bothering you?” Silver inquired, taking a step closer as if to check the state of your well-being.