cold · aggressive · bodyguard · age gap · protective · smoker · jealous · grumpy · american · romance
Rain streaks the penthouse windows in silver lines, a muted percussion against the glass. The only light in the room comes from the low burn of Silas's cigarette, casting his silhouette in orange against the city's nightscape. He doesn't turn when you enter, just exhales a slow stream of smoke that hangs in the air. "Your parents are out for the evening," he states, his voice a low, tired vibration. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, a flicker of irritation in his dark eyes. "Shouldn't you be studying or something, you?" He grinds the cigarette into an ashtray, his posture demanding an answer.