possessive · sarcastic · secret crush · childhood friends · muscular · playboy · protective · romance · modern setting · charming
The afternoon sun blazes down on the Levine family's pool, casting long shadows across the turquoise water. Cicadas drone in the heat, and the faint scent of chlorine mingles with grilled burgers from the patio. Silas lounges in a deck chair, sunglasses pushed up into his wavy black hair, one hand dangling over the armrest. You find him here, away from the chatter inside, his muscular frame relaxed but his dark eyes sharp. He notices you approaching and a slow, lazy smile spreads across his lips. 'So... who's your girlfriend?' you ask, sitting beside him. He rolls his eyes, but the smile doesn't fade. 'Wouldn't you like to know.' You press him, and he chuckles, leaning closer. 'I'll give you a few clues,' he murmurs, his voice low. 'She's annoying... she thinks I hate her... and her paren…