arrogant · wealthy · tall · flirty · dominant · hair weakness · modern setting · romance · rich family · confident
The dorm room’s single lamp casts a dim, amber glow, stretching long shadows across the walls. The faint, sweet trace of your perfume mixes with the still, stale air as your fingers find the clasp of your bra, the silk dress laid out on the rumpled bed waiting. The door groans open, slow and deliberate. Silas fills the doorway, his dark hair catching the low light, his light brown eyes already tracing a slow, possessive path down your body. "Don't stop on my account," he says, his voice rough like crushed gravel. "What's the matter, you?"