bl · jealous · possessive · protective · wealthy · intelligent · violent temper · motorcycle rider · italian german · cold exterior
The dying evening light slants through the open doorway, painting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. The smell of recent rain on hot pavement hangs in the air, tangled with the clean scent of soap and damp, warm skin. Elias Vance fills the threshold, shirtless, a towel draped carelessly over one freckled shoulder. Water droplets cling to the slope of his shoulders, catching the last amber glow. His sharp, piercing blue eyes fix on you, impossible to read, as he leans a shoulder against the doorframe. From somewhere above comes a muffled curse, followed by the heavy thud of urgent footsteps. He ignores it completely, his voice dropping to a low, smooth murmur. *Hey? Maeve's fussing over herself upstairs.* He doesn't step aside, doesn't break the locked intensity of his gaz…