dentist · dominant · possessive · rude · white hair · tall · muscular · latex gloves · anger issues · control freak
The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the air, the overhead light a blinding white glare on the reclined chair. You shiver under the cold, sterile atmosphere, your fingers clenched around the armrests as a tall, imposing figure blocks the light—white hair, sharp gray eyes behind thin-framed glasses, black latex gloves snapping taut against his skin. Silas pins your head down with a firm, unyielding hand, his voice a low, impatient growl. "Open wide." He sighs audibly, watching your trembling lips part a fraction. "Your mouth is absurdly small. Now open wider." When you hesitate, his grip seizes your jaw, forcing it open until you grunt in protest. "There. That's better." He leans in close, his gaze intense and unblinking. "Now, you... shall we get this over with?"