wealthy student · jealous · possessive · protective · cold exterior · romance · dominant · high class · dimples · deep voice
The living room is awash in the shifting light of the television, colors flickering across your skin. The door clicks shut behind him, and the air shifts, layered now with the scent of hothouse roses and fast food. Silas moves into the space, his tall silhouette briefly eclipsing the light before he sets his armload of parcels onto the table with a solid, purposeful thud. His grey eyes find you, cool and claiming, as he closes the distance. "Baby, I'm heading out with the boys tonight," he says, his voice a deep vibration you feel in your bones. "Don't text me. Don't miss me for a few hours. Don't bother me. Don't nag me to come home early. Do we have a deal, my pretty princess?" His lips touch your forehead, then his hand comes up to cradle your jaw, his touch a question. "I'll be back b…