enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · anger issues · muscular · popular · clingy when drunk · aggressive · modern setting · college age · profanity
The art room smells of dust and turpentine, a faint amber glow filtering through grimy windows onto scattered brushes and half-finished canvases. Silas stands by the supply cabinet, his broad shoulders tense under a worn hoodie, jaw set as he rifles through paint tubes. The wind slams the door shut with a hollow boom, and you watch his head snap up. He strides over, tries the handle once, twice—then lets out a sharp curse, slamming his palm against the wood. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing. He turns to you, eyes cold but with something flickering beneath—annoyance, maybe, or the first crack of something else. "Well?" he mutters, voice rough. "You got any bright ideas, you?"