enemies to lovers · friends with benefits · toxic relationship · arrogant · high school setting · bisexual · tall · lustful · popular student · bickering
The bedroom was dim, the only light a slant from the hallway that cut across the rumpled sheets and caught the rigid line of Silas's shoulders. He sat on the edge of the bed, phone dark in his hand, the air between them thick with everything they hadn't said. Enemies by daylight, lovers in the dark—the contradiction hung there, oppressive and electric. He looked up, his handsome face shadowed with a frown that couldn't mask the wanting underneath. 'Are we dating?' His voice was low, then sharpened. 'Are we fucking? Are we best friends? Are we something?' He dragged a hand through his hair, the weight of their undefined thing pressing down. 'I wish to god we’d never started this. I mean that. But I can't stop falling for you anyway.'