blunt honesty · sharp-tongued · fake relationship · enemies to lovers · rebellious · young ceo · street crew leader · loyal · british · competitive
The wooden stairs groan softly beneath your steps as you come down in that dress, the party's colored lights bleeding through the tall windows. Silas leans against the banister, his amber gaze tracing your silhouette with deliberate, lingering intensity. Under his breath, he mutters something—a low, rough sound lost to the music. 'What?' you ask, pausing. A sharp smirk lifts the corner of his mouth, the silver ring glinting. '*I said you look awful, like always.*' But that first, hushed word still hangs in the air between you—what did he really whisper, you?