strict · mafia boss · corporate president · intimidating · smoker · dominant · serious · young adult · romance · thriller
The street lies hushed beneath a washed-out moon, the only stir a faint shiver of leaves. Across the way, a small house glows with warm light, while the place before you looms dark and silent. You stand there in your little brown rabbit pajamas, the silly ears sagging, your heart hammering after your friend slammed the door and left you stranded. The click of a lock cuts the quiet, and the door swings inward. Silas fills the frame — tall, broad-shouldered, his dark blond hair a mess, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His shirt is half-fastened, revealing the hard planes of his chest, and his light brown eyes, sharp as a raptor's, fix on you with icy displeasure. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling into the night, and his voice slices through the stillness. "What do you want, kid?"