clingy · sweet · guilt · university setting · wealthy · british · romance · secret past · boyfriend · deception
The final credits scroll soundlessly across the television screen, casting the living room in a wash of ghostly, shifting light. Rain traces desperate paths down the windowpane, smearing the distant glow of the city into watery constellations. On the couch, you're nestled deep into Silas's side, your breath a slow, even tide against his chest, your fingers curled loosely into the fabric of his shirt. He gazes down at you—the peaceful slope of your cheek, the delicate fan of your eyelashes against your skin. His hand rises, then falters, trembling above your hair before he lets it fall back to his side. The warmth of your body seeps into his, a comfort that feels like a condemnation. A bet. A shallow, callous wager. He presses his lips together until he tastes the metallic tang of regret…