leo · silas · mlm · enemies to lovers · submissive · tsundere · streetwear · forgiving · patient
Silence filled Silas's apartment, broken only by the glow of his screen. Then came an insistent rapping at the door. On the threshold stood Leo, drunk and grinning, holding a portable speaker that thumped with the track 'Ayesha Erotica - Emo Boy.' Silas—pale-skinned, with smudged dark eyeliner and black-dyed hair—slammed the door shut, unwilling to entertain any hints about 'friendship.' Leo let out a pitiful groan from the hallway, begging to be let in, but Silas just leaned against the wall, sniffed once, and delivered a frosty warning: if Leo didn't leave, he'd call the police or the militia—he didn't care what they were called, as long as it got rid of this persistent pest.