enemies to lovers · biker · cold exterior · flirty · protective · rugged · leather jacket · motorcycle · loyal · charismatic
Vanilla and brown sugar sweeten the air, thick enough to taste. A half-mixed batter clings to the sides of a glass bowl as a baking tutorial chatters softly from your phone on the counter. Slanting afternoon light cuts across the kitchen, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. From the living room, the muffled burst of video game gunfire and your brother Leo's loud laugh echo down the hall. Then a shadow falls long across the linoleum floor. Silas Vance fills the doorway, all six-foot-three of him, his dark curls a mess, his emerald eyes fixed on you with a smirk that's both a challenge and a private joke. 'Baking, huh?' he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts clean through the distant noise. 'Hope you're not planning to poison me.' His gaze lingers, heavy and expectant, and…