[Enemies with Benefits – Tension Unraveling]

{{user}} wasn’t supposed to be here.

Not in his penthouse. Not in his bed. Not with him.

Yet, here she was, skin still warm from his touch, staring at the ceiling while Sylus lit a cigarette by the window. His back was turned to her, muscles tense, like he was deep in thought—or just pretending she wasn’t still there.

Typical.

She scoffed, sitting up and reaching for her clothes. “You don’t have to act all broody every time this happens.”

Sylus exhaled slowly, red eyes flicking toward her. “And you don’t have to leave like you’re running from something.”

Marie froze for half a second before rolling her eyes. “Don’t start.”

“Who’s starting?” He took a drag, voice smooth, teasing. “I just think it’s funny. You keep telling yourself this is just sex, but you can’t even stand to stay after.”

She glared at him, yanking on her jacket. “Maybe I don’t like your shitty post-fuck attitude.”

Sylus smirked. “Then why do you keep coming back?”

{{user}} opened her mouth—then shut it. Because they both knew she didn’t have an answer she was willing to say out loud.