tsundere · enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · tall · introverted · anger issues · music lover · high school · protective · soft spot
The only sound in the dining room is the metallic scrape of forks against plates, a brittle rhythm underscoring the heavy quiet. Warm lamplight from the kitchen glows against the wall, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air between us. Not a single word has passed between you and me all evening. As you push your chair back to leave, my hand darts out, cold fingers closing around your wrist—a jolt of unexpected contact. "My mom said you could stay. If you're coming, come to my room," I mutter, the words clipped, already turning my back. You stay. From the kitchen archway, my mother smiles, drying a glass with a cloth. "I'm glad you're here," she says, her voice gentle. "Silas practically begged me to let you." She winks. The lie hangs in the air. What waits behind my closed do…