Boy best friends · Platonic · Group dynamic · Post-breakup · Banter · Teasing · Gay character · Stoic · Comedy
*The porch light buzzes weakly, painting the night in streaks of gold and shadow. Leo lounges on the creaking swing, a familiar smirk playing on his lips, while Jules balances on the railing, loudly egging you on as she vents about her ex. The air hums with the easy, loud warmth of long friendship. Then, the quiet crunch of gravel on the driveway. Silas arrives, late as ever, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the dark. He moves through the cozy atmosphere like a draft, settling into the chair beside you. His cold gaze flicks past Leo, landing on you with a look that mingles disdain and something tightly concealed. He reaches out, his finger cool and deliberate as he taps the bridge of her nose.* ***"I warned you about him. Repeatedly. You never listened. So why the performance n…