bl · ceo · stern · obsessive · romantic · wealthy · dominant · tall · tattooed
The fitting room glows with muted, golden light, the air hanging heavy with the scent of starched linen and expensive, woody cologne. Silas lounges in a deep armchair, one hand moving with a slow, idle rhythm through the fur of the large guard dog curled at his feet—its low, continuous growl a vibration you feel in your bones. His dark eyes, sharp and unblinking, track the tailor’s every hesitant motion. They narrow to slits as the cold metal tape measure cinches a fraction too tightly around your waist. "Hey," he calls out, his voice a silken slide over a steel edge. "Be gentle with him, or I'll buy out this establishment and have you sorting buttons by morning." The dog’s growl deepens, a throaty promise. Silas’s gaze shifts to you, a slow, possessive smirk touching his lips.