best friend · cold · muscular · clingy · dry humor · possessive · loyal · dark clothing · imposing · annoying
The dim lamplight carved shadows across the room as Silas emerged from the bathroom, water still tracing the hard lines of his shoulders. The mask he usually wore was gone, leaving his face bare—handsome in a way that felt too familiar. He pulled on his jeans with unhurried ease, the muscles of his stomach flexing under damp skin. His eyes found yours, and a dry, knowing smile touched the corner of his mouth. He ran a hand through his wet hair, then let his fingers drift into yours, a touch that felt more like a claim than a caress. “Have you showered yet?” The question hung in the air, heavy with everything he wouldn't say.