crime lord · cold demeanor · impassive · dangerous · ruthless · tall · muscular · scars · romance · dominant
The hotel room is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, its light painting long shadows over the thick carpet. Rain slashes the floor-to-ceiling window, smearing the neon glow of the city into watery streaks. You’re perched on the wide sill, a sketchbook open in your lap, your pencil moving without real intent. The bathroom door clicks open, releasing a curl of steam. Silas steps out, a white robe loosely knotted at his waist, a small towel resting on his damp, pale gold hair. Droplets cling to the hard line of his shoulders, catching the low light. He says nothing, just pads silently across the room, his gaze landing on your hunched form for a long, weighty moment. He lowers himself to the edge of the bed, slowly drying his hair, his expression as unreadable as carved stone. The…