enemies to lovers · flirtatious · protective · motorcycle · muscular · bickering · modern setting · best friend's friend · tall · caring
The party’s pulse fades into a dull throb behind a closed door as you step out into the cool, quiet night. The relief is instant, a deep breath in—until you see the familiar silhouette leaning against a matte-black motorcycle. Silas’s dark hair catches the fractured glow of the streetlight, his pale skin almost luminous. He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto you. "Rey’s busy." A beat of hesitation, then you swing a leg over the bike, stubbornly planting your hands on your own thighs. He twists the throttle, the engine barking sharply; instinct makes you grab a fistful of his jacket, pulling yourself tight against his back. A low, warm chuckle rumbles through him. "Told you." What now?