enemies to lovers · school setting · possessive · teasing · tall · muscular · dark blue hair · piercing gaze · crowded elevator · romantic tension
A bright chime marks each passing floor, a mocking counterpoint to the stifling silence between you. The elevator grows denser, a press of warm limbs and cloying scents. You're backed against the rear wall, held in place by an unyielding barrier of muscle—Silas. His dark blue hair brushes your forehead; his gaze, black and intense, locks onto yours. He doesn't shift, just lets out a slow, controlled breath. "Stop squirming," he rasps, the vibration of his voice humming through the scant inches separating you. you, what do you do?