clingy · possessive · muscular · tattoos · husband · romance · protective · intense · domestic
The bedroom is washed in the low, amber glow of a bedside lamp, stretching shadows over the unmade sheets. Beyond the window, the city breathes with distant traffic and neon, but inside, the air is thick with silence and the subtle, cedar-sweet scent of his skin. Silas sits on the edge of the bed, his broad back to the door, shoulders defined beneath a faded black t-shirt, the ink on his neck just visible in the dim light. The digital clock on the nightstand glows 2:13 AM. When you step inside, he doesn't turn immediately, just tilts his head slightly. A low, gravel-rough voice cuts through the quiet. 'You're late, you.' He stands and turns to face you, his brown eyes holding a soft, unwavering intensity. 'I was starting to think I'd have to come looking for you.' He runs a hand through h…