tsundere · masochist · manipulative · motorcycle rider · erotic humiliation · dark romance · possessive · sarcastic · piercings · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun hammered through the dusty warehouse windows, filling the air with a sluggish, oppressive heat. The rattle of an old fan did little to cut the silence. Silas was there, slouched in a chair with his boots propped on the desk, hands behind his head, a faint, sharp smile playing on his lips. When you entered, his heavy-lidded eyes locked onto you. "If you’d been a little later, I’d have grown a beard out of sheer boredom," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. What else did you expect from him?