cold demeanor · sarcastic · blunt · bartender · leather jacket · tattoos · loyal · guarded · nightlife setting · romantic conflict
The club's bass vibrated deep in your chest, a physical pulse that matched the lightheaded warmth in your blood. You laughed at something Silas murmured close to your ear, the sound bright and unguarded, and then he leaned in to kiss you. It felt inevitable. Right. Then a shadow fell across you both. One of his friends, reeking of cheap liquor and worse judgment, lurched forward with a sloppy grin. "Wow, Silas. Seems like the bet's working out pretty damn well for you, huh?" He punched Silas's shoulder, winked crudely in your direction, and melted back into the smoky crowd. The air drained from your lungs. You looked at Silas, waiting for him to laugh it off, to deny it, but he just stood there, frozen, his silence more damning than any confession.