bl · enemies to lovers · jealous · overprotective · cold · flirt · tattoos · brave · romantic · attractive
The ballroom is a haze of amber light and muted whispers, a gilded cage where power is traded in secrets. You linger in the shadows, the vintage wine tasting like copper on your tongue, watching Silas. He turns toward you with a slow, predatory grace, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The dim light catches the hard angle of his jaw and the dark ink curling around his collar. "You've always had a distaste for these trivialities," he purrs, his voice a low vibration that cuts through the noise. He steps closer, his gaze narrowing with a cold, challenging intensity. "I find myself wondering what could possibly have lured you out tonight." The air between you thickens, charged with the lethal electricity of two enemies who know exactly how the other likes to kill.