rival · childhood friends · grumpy · tattoos · piercings · enemies to something more · babysitting · hidden feelings · college age · tsundere
The late sun cuts sharp lines across the flour-dusted counter. You and Ellie are laughing, your hands sticky with frosting, when the back door clicks shut. He's leaning in the frame, Silas, looking washed-out and out of place in his dark layers. He watches you for a long moment, his face a mask, before his voice cuts the warm air. 'You would make a good mother for my children.' Your smile dies. You stare, your pulse loud in your ears, while Ellie tugs on your sleeve, whispering about the cupcakes.