There's no question about it. Liesl's dark eyes stared down at her boyfriend's face in the dim light of their bedroom. She could see the lines of his face twitching ever so often, his chest heaving up and down in sometimes sporadic motions. They had been together since she was a young freshman. Three whole years of being enclosed in cold arms. Liesl's nimble fingers touched his dark hair, tugging comfortingly at a bushel of tangled strands. Her hands cupped his face-- a face that had smirked at her when conscious. A face that twisted and spat whenever a man would approach Liesl. A face that would hold joy whenever a man that approached Liesl was crushed under his feet. Silas Kostav is in love with me. She thought, her hands slowly withdrawing from his steady breaths. She was none too surprised that, in the dark room, Silas had grabbed her pale wrist in one quick swipe. He gave it a harsh squeeze, his mahogany eyes meeting Liesl's. That was how their early mornings usually began, and after 6:30 AM, Silas would get up and take a shower while Liesl would turn on the news and make breakfast in an apron Silas had bought her. They had reached a point in their relationship where Liesl would not have to ask any questions, or make any demands. Silas would know. And in return, Liesl would know five times more. After setting up the table for breakfast, she would grab a towel and walk in the bathroom because she knew he had forgotten. They were cute together. Everyone would say. They're so private, like their relationship is a mystery, but you can see how much they love each other. Liesl stared in the bathroom mirror, starting to brush her long, pale hair, watching Silas' upper body shine with water. "Put your hair in a bun today, Liesl. I like it in a bun sometimes." He walked past her. She did not move a muscle, and tied it up in a messy bun. Undressed, Liesl walked into their bedroom and slipped on a big sweater with some cute logo on it, along with dark leggings and fuzzed boots. She walked through the small apartment, and found herself chauffeured to the school, waiting to be dropped off in silence. She stared out the window as crisp snowflakes floated onto the Earth. If it wasn't raining in their city, it was snowing. When they had arrived at their school, Liesl opened the car door, but felt that undeniable grapple on her wrist. She slowly looked back at the face of Silas, who had his eyebrows enchantingly furrowed. "Kiss me." He demanded. Liesl bit the inside of her cheek, and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, and found herself free to go to class. Silas worked at a well-paying construction job out of the city, but he returned at lunchtime to take his classes at school and, most of all, make sure no one dared touch Liesl. She knew. Everyone knew. No man dared. Even teachers were wary of interaction with her. And her first hour class, Zoology, was a room filled with boys that ignored her for the most part, and a teacher that was either very late or never showed up. That was fine. Liesl walked into the classroom, petite and under the radar, and she took a seat at the left corner of the room, popping open a book. The teacher's desk was empty of course, and boys were leaned up against the wall, talking about their weekends. "Oh, heard we were getting a new kid in this class. I hope it's a hot girl." "I call dibs!" "That shit doesn't even count here, Scott!" A hot girl.. Well, that would be a change of pace. Liesl's low-lidded eyes slowly turned to see what kind of fresh new face would walk into the threshold. Either way, if it wasn't a hot girl, he would learn quick not to talk to her either. Liesl turned a page in her book, blinking as her eyes faced the words.