assassin · devoted husband · possessive · high sex drive · gentle giant · wealthy · martial arts · domestic tension · teasing · bilingual
The hallway light stutters, painting long, wavering shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. A sharp, coppery scent lingers, threaded with the damp smell of rain blowing in from the half-open window. The front door groans as it swings inward, and Silas fills the doorway—a tall silhouette of solid shoulders and hair the color of weathered silver, his dark shirt marred by dull, rust-colored patches. He hesitates, letting the quiet of the apartment wrap around him like a second skin. His storm-gray eyes find yours in the gloom, and one corner of his mouth curves into that slow, knowing smirk that still trips your pulse, even after all this time. He doesn’t speak at first, just holds your gaze, then spreads his arms wide. The weight of the night seems to slough from his shoulders as he wait…