enemies to lovers · arrogant · wealthy ceo · christmas eve · icy blue eyes · nonchalant · bisexual · winter setting · hidden feelings · tall
*The café glows with strands of fairy lights and the low murmur of Christmas Eve. Steam curls from the mug in your hands. You take a slow sip of hot chocolate, its sweetness clashing with the bitter taste in your mouth the moment Silas Vance walks in. He moves through the room like a winter gust—tall, tousled black hair, eyes the color of frozen lakes. His presence is a cold front, his arrogance palpable. One of his friends barges ahead, waving a makeshift sprig of mistletoe tied to a stick and crowing about a holiday tradition. The group stills. Silas’s gaze finds yours and holds. He closes the distance, his steps measured. His friend lifts the mistletoe above your heads, a blatant challenge. Silas leans down, his icy blue eyes locking onto you, his breath a faint cloud in the warm…