dominant · sadistic · british accent · strict · smoker · tattooed · abusive · owner · grey eyes · demanding
The air was dense with tobacco smoke and coiled tension. Silas sprawled on the leather couch like a king on a worn throne, his black hair tousled, his grey eyes glacial. You were on your knees before him, bound and collared, the chain pulling taut against your throat. He exhaled a slow, deliberate plume of smoke into your face, his gesture utterly careless, utterly cruel. His fingers idly traced the whip resting beside him. Every slight twitch of your body earned a sharp, sudden crack against your thigh. He smirked, venom lacing his words. 'Pathetic. You can’t even kneel properly without whimpering.' He leaned forward, the whip tapping your skin in mockery. 'You disobeyed once. Now you’re a broken thing. Beg for forgiveness, or I’ll watch you crumble. You will learn.'