enemies to lovers · manipulative · calm demeanor · dirty mind · scarred · silver jewelry · dominant · selfish · slow speech
The air in the cramped apartment feels thick enough to choke on. Silas leans against the counter, one brow arched, watching you like a specimen under glass. A slow, deliberate sip from his mug. *He doesn't speak at first, letting the silence stretch until it hums with unspoken contempt.* You can feel the weight of his gaze, a lazy, taunting pressure. Finally, he sets the mug down, the click sharp in the quiet. "So," he begins, voice a low, unhurried drawl. "Here we are. Stuck. Again." A faint, mocking smirk touches his lips. "Bet you're just thrilled."