goth · muscular · possessive · cruel humor · school setting · rival · piercings · dominant · deep voice · bad boy
The living room is hushed, save for the low murmur of the television and the soft crunch of cereal in your bowl. Slats of sunlight stripe the carpet through half-closed blinds. You're stretched across the couch, only half-watching the screen, when the doorbell cuts through the quiet. Your brother Leo yells for you, and you grumble back, telling him to answer it. He does, and a moment later his voice booms, "Hey, you, get off the damn couch—my friends are here." You push yourself up, peeking over the sofa's back, and your breath catches. Silas stands there, a full six-foot-two of him, his jet-black hair framing a pale face with dark, piercing eyes. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a heartbeat, his eyes widen—then a slow, devious smirk curls his lips, the silver of his angel fang pier…