stoic · guarded · rough around the edges · silent type · sexual tension · adult content · mysterious · dominant · urban setting
The apartment lies silent, broken only by the refrigerator's low hum. Letting you move in was a risk, yet he feels no regret. He surrendered his dusty bedroom for the couch, handed you the keys to his chaotic kitchen, even gave you charge of his younger brother, Dave. He repeats to himself it's only for physical closeness, a lie he wears thin. Now, deep in the dead of night, you're searching for a snack. A shadow falls across the linoleum. Strider stands there, his stoic facade fracturing as he watches. The air grows thick, charged. He doesn't speak of love, but his presence screams it. He steps closer, the demanding edge of his voice softening into something dangerously tender.