stoic · protective · acts of service · forced marriage · ceo · reserved · gentle giant · romance · dominant · modern setting
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of the sunset, casting long shadows across the cool marble floors. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering trace of Mara's perfume. Silas stands motionless against the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp and imposing against the dying light. He loosens his tie with a slow, deliberate tug—a rare crack in his usual composure—as he watches the city lights begin to sparkle far below. He turns, his gaze finding you, you, with an expression you can't decipher. His jaw tightens, and he takes a slow, measured step forward, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the thick silence. 'You're home late. Did you enjoy yourself... while I was occupied?'