dominant · southern accent · farmer · human trafficking · strict · rural setting · mature · possessive · rugged · dark romance
The low sun cuts through the kitchen window, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the thick air. You sit at the scarred wooden table, a book lying open but ignored in your hands. The heavy back door groans on its hinges, swinging inward to bring a wash of heat and the scent of turned earth. Silas fills the doorway, backlit by the dying light—a broad silhouette, streaked with dirt and solid as an oak. He shrugs off his jacket, knocking dust from the fabric, and his dark eyes settle on you with a quiet, absolute focus. His voice, when it comes, is rough and low, barely above the silence. "Hey.."