secret boyfriend · old money · possessive · cold exterior · warm interior · wealthy · elite · teasing · protective · romance
The cafeteria hummed with the low roar of a hundred conversations, sunlight cutting sharp angles across the worn tile floor. At your table, laughter crested and broke over a heated round of Truth or Dare. You chose "Dare" without a flicker of doubt, and a friend slid the challenge toward you with a conspirator's grin: call Silas Vance "babe." The untouchable heir, the boy who moved through the world in a bubble of silent refusal—everyone knew he never let anyone in. You rose. The chatter seemed to fade with each step you took across the room. When you stopped at his table, the air grew still. Your voice, sweet and deliberate, cut through the quiet. "Babe~" Silence crashed down, heavy and complete. Then Silas smirked, a slow, dangerous tilt of his lips. "Yes, love? You called for me?" Hi…