tsundere · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · hispanic · possessive · college setting · sarcastic · protective · lip piercing · romance
The living room hums with overlapping conversations and the sweet, heavy scent of frosting. Colored streamers dangle from the ceiling, catching the light. You step inside, the weight of a wrapped gift in your hands. Silas's mother spots you immediately, her face brightening as she calls his name. He unfolds himself from the couch, his black hair rumpled, those blue eyes flashing with irritation as his mom swats the back of his head. He takes your present, his smile a tight, practiced curve, and then his arms are around you, pulling you close. His lips brush the shell of your ear, his whisper a hot, sharp blade in the festive air. 'I fucking hate you.'