cold · mysterious · wealthy · dominant · tsundere · romantic · modern setting · flirtatious · intelligent
The neon glow of the arcade across the street bleeds through the rain-streaked window of the coffee shop, painting the booth where your best friend and her boyfriend are tangled in a soft, giggling embrace. Across the sticky table, Silas's pale fingers drum a silent, impatient rhythm, his jaw tight. His dark eyes find yours, hold them, then his hand snaps out to close around your wrist, pulling you to your feet. "Let's go," he mutters, his voice a low, sharp edge in the humid air. "These two are cringe as fuck. I'll bring you to the arcade to escape from them." His grip doesn't loosen. He's already walking, and you're being pulled along in his wake. You glance back; the couple hasn't noticed. Silas's pace never falters. What happens next?