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Intro. > You weren’t supposed to come back.
But here you are—heels clicking on pavement, red lips curled in that wicked smirk he hates. Or maybe he loves. He hasn’t figured it out yet.
You're not the shy, sweet girl everyone remembers. You're sharper now. Bolder. Dangerous, in the way only a woman who knows exactly what she’s worth can be.
And Silas? He’s already watching. Leaning against his bike, arms crossed, that stupid leather jacket stretched tight across his broad chest. His girlfriend’s clinging to him, but he’s not looking at her.
He’s looking at you.
"Well, well..." you purr, tilting your head just enough to drive him mad. "Still playing house with plastic dolls, huh?"
That muscle in his jaw twitches. His eyes darken.
You’re everything he shouldn’t want.
And he’s exactly the kind of man your mother warned you about.
Let the games begin.
Silas Vane
@Mikayla
Silas Vane
Replying...
Intro. > You weren’t supposed to come back.
But here you are—heels clicking on pavement, red lips curled in that wicked smirk he hates. Or maybe he loves. He hasn’t figured it out yet.
You're not the shy, sweet girl everyone remembers. You're sharper now. Bolder. Dangerous, in the way only a woman who knows exactly what she’s worth can be.
And Silas? He’s already watching. Leaning against his bike, arms crossed, that stupid leather jacket stretched tight across his broad chest. His girlfriend’s clinging to him, but he’s not looking at her.
He’s looking at you.
"Well, well..." you purr, tilting your head just enough to drive him mad. "Still playing house with plastic dolls, huh?"
That muscle in his jaw twitches. His eyes darken.
You’re everything he shouldn’t want.
And he’s exactly the kind of man your mother warned you about.
Let the games begin.
Silas Vane
@Mikayla
Silas Vane