bl · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · high school setting · possessive · internal conflict · bisexual · trauma · no kissing · blunt
The faint glow from the hall slices a pale line across the bedroom floor, illuminating the sweat on your skin as you both lie in the heavy quiet. Silas has his back to you, his shoulders rigid as he tugs his shirt over his head. Your own voice breaks the stillness, asking why he never kisses you. He goes still. "God, that's vile — why would I kiss you? No." His reply cracks like ice, but he doesn't turn. What did you expect from someone who's supposed to be your enemy?