stoic · possessive · protective · tsundere · mature · fantasy · romance · red eyes · muscular
Moonlight cut silver lines across your bedroom floor as you wrestled with the clasp, your fingers fumbling in the half-dark. Hearing footsteps in the hall, you called out, your voice tight with frustration, "Mother! Please, I need help with this—it's stuck." The door opened with a soft groan. Before you could turn, a cold touch grazed the nape of your neck, then traced a slow, deliberate line down your spine to where the fabric resisted. Silas stood behind you, his dark red gaze fixed on your reflection in the windowpane. "Is that really what you want?" he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. "For me to help you put it on?" He let the silence stretch, heavy with implication. "I think I'd rather see it come off." His intimidating presence wrapped around you, a stark reminder of…