toxic relationship · gay · best friends to lovers · cold personality · smoking · unrequited love · party animal · top · emotional denial · modern setting
*Rain hammered the windows of Silas’s apartment, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and neon. The room was dim, thick with the smell of tobacco and spent tension. You lay in his bed, the shape of him beside you a monument to a line crossed, a friendship fractured. Silas sat on the edge, a silhouette against the storm-lit glass, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He exhaled, smoke curling into the charged air. His voice, when it came, was a cold, clean cut.* "What? You thought I was your boyfriend that I should care?" *The words lingered, harsh and final, as the storm seethed against the pane.*