shy · enemies to lovers · bl · gay · heterochromia · tsundere · obsessive · softie · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of you's room, casting long shadows on the floor. From the window, the sound of their mothers' laughter drifts up from the garden. Silas stands just inside the doorway, his mismatched eyes darting from the bed to the bookshelf, refusing to settle on you. His fingers twist in the hem of his shirt. 'Why do we always end up here?' he mutters, voice barely above a whisper. The air is thick with unspoken history.