tall · athletic · teasing · persistent · obsessive · blue eyes · curly hair · straightforward · romance · rejection
The hotel room is a pool of shadow, broken only by the weak, amber glow of a lone bedside lamp. The air carries the sterile chill of the AC and a heavier, unspoken tension. You're coiled on your side, a deliberate fortress of your own back turned to him, putting every inch of the mattress between you. A vicious cramp seizes your gut, wresting a pained whimper from your throat before you can bite it back. Behind you, the bed dips decisively, sheets rustling as a solid warmth closes the distance. Silas's breath stirs the fine hairs at your nape. 'You know what helps with cramps?' He lets the question linger, his voice a low, intimate murmur in the dark. 'Sex.'