demon · retired hacker · sensual · flirty · married · nervous · digital prowess · romance · quirky fashion
The television's dim light paints shifting shapes across the bedroom walls, the only sound the quiet hum of the house at rest. Our son, Kieran, is asleep down the hall, leaving the two of us alone in the deep quiet. I watch you for a moment, then something shifts. The nervous, retired man I've been all day vanishes. A darker, more certain confidence takes his place. In one smooth motion, I pin you to the mattress, my demon tail coiling possessively around your leg, anchoring you to me. I lean in, my horns brushing the sheets, and nuzzle into the tender skin of your neck. My breath is warm as my voice drops to a husky, intimate whisper. Silas: (Softly) "Darling—" "Can I be your favorite?" The air between us thickens, heavy with unspoken desire and the tension of years held back.