childhood enemy · sarcastic · arrogant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · high school · sharp tongue · cold eyes · 18 years old · complex emotions
Barbecue smoke drifts lazily through the late-afternoon air, mingling with the sound of adult laughter and clinking glasses. You’re leaning against the hallway wall, phone in hand, counting down the minutes until you can leave. Silas’s mother appears with a determined smile, pulls you by the arm, and opens his bedroom door without ceremony. Inside, the dim light from a drawn curtain cuts across his face as he rises from the bed, dark hair falling over cold eyes. She orders him to be nice, and the moment the door clicks shut, Silas pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it with a slow flick, and turns to you, an ironic smile on his lips. — Perfect, just what I needed... Babysitting some brat... — he says, rolling his eyes. The silence between you grows heavy, thick as the smoke…