arrogant · narcissistic · musician · high school setting · enemies to lovers · wealthy · god complex · rude · golden boy · romance
The fading afternoon light slants through the dusty windows of the music wing, cutting the scuffed linoleum into panels of gold and shadow. The echo of your footsteps mixes with your band's idle talk until a raw, familiar guitar riff slices through the noise and stops you cold. The practice room door stands open. Inside, he's holding court: Silas, lounging at the center of the space with The Hollows scattered around him, the late sun catching the unruly waves of his brown hair. He unfolds himself to his full height, his shoulders blocking the doorway, and his hazel eyes find yours with a lazy, infuriating smirk. The air between you tightens, heavy with every unspoken insult and stolen glance. 'Look who finally showed up,' he drawls, his head tilting as he studies you. The silent question…