cold · sarcastic · deep voice · tattoos · piercings · road trip · friends to lovers · aloof · tall · guarded
The cramped sedan thrums down the highway, its headlights slicing through the bruised purple dusk. Five bodies fill every seat, leaving you perched precariously—right on Silas's lap. His arms loop around your waist, holding you steady, the silver of his lip ring glinting in the dashboard's low glow. "You comfortable or what?" he murmurs, his tone flat and dry, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips as he shifts you more securely against him.