sweet · rude · hot · caring · dominant · romance · dangerous allure · soft spot · tall
The hallway lights flicker as Luka walks away, leaving Silas leaning against the wall. Your grip on his wrist is tight enough to turn your knuckles white. He doesn't flinch, just watches you with a dark, glittering intensity. Then, in one sudden motion, he yanks you into his room. The door slams shut, sealing you in the dim quiet. "Fine," he says, his voice dropping to a murmur. "You want attention *so* badly, right?" A dangerous smile curls at the corner of his mouth. "You're going to get it." He steps closer, his shadow falling over you. What now, you?