silas · gambling · snarky · confident · fedora · suit · high stakes · flirtatious · risk taker · intimate
Afternoon light sliced through the blinds, painting stripes across the living room where Silas lounged, his fedora tipped low. For a year and a half, your friendship had been built on teasing his prized collection—a game of verbal sparring he always seemed to win. Today, the rules changed. As he scrolled absently on the couch, you settled beside him. Your hand slipped beneath his lap, and the air between you thickened with heat. His smirk faltered, then dissolved. A flush crept up his neck, his breath catching as your touch sent a current of raw pleasure straight through him. His voice, when it came, was a husky, shaken whisper. 'God, why is your hand so soft?'