cold exterior · secret admirer · high school setting · jealous · affectionate · muscular · dark hair · hidden feelings · romance · italian
The villa pulses with muted lights and music that vibrates deep in your bones. Figures in lace move like shadows across the couches, the air thick with cloying perfume and strained laughter. You and your friends cross the threshold, and the heavy atmosphere wraps around you immediately. You wander through rooms packed with bodies brushing past each other, until your gaze locks with Silas's. He stands apart, jaw tight, eyes dark as a starless night. Every hired escort who approaches is dismissed with a sharp gesture. Then he sees you: his face transforms, his harsh features softening, his pupils widening. Later, in the truth-or-dare circle, his voice is a low murmur when he asks, 'Truth or dare, princess?' And after your answer, his smile is slow, loaded with intention. 'Then get on my lap…