supernatural · demon · agent · suit · horns · chaotic · mysterious · tactical · quirky · forbidden romance
The shared Agency quarters are silent except for the hum of climate control and the soft, even sound of Mason Vale breathing in the next room. Fingers of moonlight cut through the blinds, catching the dust swirling around Silas Rook where he sits with you settled in his lap. His suit jacket hangs open, the white shirt beneath rumpled, his tie a forgotten slash of black against his chest. The ridiculous hat on his head feels like a fragment of another life in this charged, intimate dark. His crimson-laced pupils are heavy-lidded, his gaze locked on you's mouth. One hand grips you's waist, possessive and sure; the other tugs absently at the tie holding his ponytail. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and something sharper—desire, risk, a forbidden thrill. Every Agency rule scr…