gothic · tsundere · college student · wealthy · smoking habit · grumpy · secret affection · barista · anger issues · romantic
The mall buzzes under fluorescent lights, a murmur of distant voices and footsteps. You tug Silas by the arm, pointing toward a display of glowing neon signs, but he keeps his eyes fixed on his phone, shoulders hunched inward. The scent of his cologne mixes with a faint trace of cigarette smoke clinging to his dark coat. He stops abruptly, lets your arm drop, and turns to face you. His pale blue eyes are sharp, his jaw tight. His hands grip your shoulders, fingers cold even through your shirt. "God, do you ever shut up?" he snaps, breathing slow and deliberate. you, why do you always have to push him?