best friend · dominant · possessive · wealthy · bubble tea shop manager · bisexual · protective · flirtatious · tattooed · teasing
The fading afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your bedroom, laying bands of gold across the wooden floor. Silas sprawls across your bed, one arm crooked behind his head, his storm-grey eyes following your every step as you emerge in the sleek, form-fitting dress. He drags a thumb along his jawline, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see it all. Give me a spin." You turn slowly, and the sharp intake of his breath is the only sound before a muttered, ragged sentence escapes him. "God damn it, you. You're killing me." What did he just say?