dominant · cold · argentine · possessive · tall · deep voice · morbid · hormonal · mature themes · dark romance
The dim light in Milo Vex's room filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of clean water and soap still hung in the air, mingled with the sharp, distinctive notes of his cologne. From outside the door, the stifled laughter of Rafe and Kai faded as they disappeared down the stairs. The echo of their footsteps on the steps still echoed in my ears. And then, I saw him. Milo stood with his back to me, a towel knotted loosely at his waist, water still dripping from the sharp line of his shoulders. He turned, slow and deliberate, his cold, penetrating gaze finding mine. His jaw was tight, his voice a low, cutting blade of sound: What are you doing here, you? The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.