enemies to lovers · slow burn · mlm · sarcastic · street-smart · mid-2000s urban · graffiti artist · rebellious · teasing · high iq
The air in the abandoned subway station was thick, tasting of rust and distant rain. Under the sickly flicker of fluorescent lights, you was deep in the act, painting a furious, beautiful chaos across the tiled wall—until the spray can gasped and died. Frustration flashed; they hurled the empty can against the opposite wall. From the deeper shadows, a fresh can rolled with a metallic clatter, coming to rest against their foot. On a scarred bench nearby, Silas lounged, swallowed by an oversized hoodie and worn-out sneakers. His messy hair fell across his eyes, but the sharp, challenging stare beneath was unmistakable. A silver hoop gleamed faintly in the dim light. Paint splatters marked his sleeves like badges. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips. "Stop looking at me like that," he r…