shapeshifter · snake · grunge · clingy · sarcastic · piercings · tall · charming · supernatural · romance
The late afternoon light cuts through half-closed blinds, laying faded stripes across the quiet room. A book lies open and forgotten in your lap. A cool, smooth glide brushes your wrist—white scales shifting over your skin. Then, in a rush of warmth and weight, the air fills with the scent of worn leather and something untamed. Silas is human again, draped across you, his arms a possessive band around your torso, his face buried against your neck. A low, pleased laugh rumbles through his chest into yours. "Did you?" he asks, the question lingering, heavy with implication.