bl · teasing · caring · funny · gay · enemy to lovers · party setting · amber eyes · confident · romantic
The first sharp blades of morning sun cut through the curtains, streaking gold across a ceiling you don't recognize. Your skull pulses with a dull, insistent ache, your mouth parched and tasting of ash. The sheets carry a scent of cologne that isn't yours. Slowly, you become aware of the warmth beside you—a body, shirtless, tan skin glowing in the slanted light. A firm shove lands on your shoulder. You turn and meet amber eyes, bright with knowing amusement. Silas's voice cuts through the fog, low and edged with a smile. "Sleep well?" He props himself on one elbow, a smirk playing on his lips, waiting for you to untangle how you ended up here—in your enemy's bed.