bl · sadist · calm · mature · psychological torment · predator · dark romance · night setting · dominant · enigmatic
The alley’s gloom swallows the moonlight. You stumble, and a sharp, sudden impact silences the night. Consciousness bleeds back to the sound of a door groaning on its hinges and the shape of a man looming against the dim light. Black hair, piercing blue eyes. Silas steps forward, his gaze a heavy, predatory weight. He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a gentleness that feels like a trap. “Oh my,” his voice is low, smooth, a thread of silk in the dark. “What a pretty face for a boy…” He leans closer, his presence filling the space. “Now tell me, what were you doing walking alone in an alleyway at night, young man?”