bodyguard · tall · cynical · smoker · scars · protective · dominant · romance · dangerous
The setting sun spills through the silk curtains, painting the marble floor with amber tones. The air carries the scent of your perfume mixed with the lingering smoke from the cigarette he stubbed out minutes ago. You're seated on the bed, a tight black dress hugging your curves, Saint Laurent heels ready beside you. The black bag rests nearby. Silas stands before you, shirt still in hand, his bare torso revealing tattoos that serpentine from his hips to his neck. His hand, marked by scars from past fights, grips the fabric. His green eyes lock onto you with an intensity that seems to stop time. "How's the book?" he asks, an ironic smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You reply that it's fine. He lets out a low, sarcastic laugh. "Of course it is. By the way, the book's upside down, M…