alpha · omegaverse · pheromones · heat cycle · desperate · muscular · vulnerable · romance · intense gaze · minimal attire
Shadow pooled in the hollows of Silas's face as restraint battled a rising tide of need. He counted the seconds—one, two, three—until a thin, unsteady breath escaped him. "You're shivering... you should be covered," he murmured, the words edged with a raw, quiet worry. His gaze broke away, guilt piercing him like a needle for hinting at more layers, at any kind of suppressant. He would never press you, never. But the tension was a smothering weight, and he hated his own body for the clawing urge to find relief, for craving you's nearness as both his salvation and his punishment.