silent · possessive · dangerous intelligence · bar owner · tattoos · protective · gentle giant · romance · modern setting · lethal
The penthouse is bathed in the warm, amber glow of dimmed lights, the city sprawled out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a living, breathing beast. The air smells of expensive cologne and the faint, lingering smokiness of the grill from his bar downstairs. Rain streaks down the glass, catching the neon signs of the city, painting shifting patterns of red and blue across the sleek marble floors. Silas Ryder sits at the kitchen island, his massive frame dwarfing the stool. His dark curls are freshly faded, his light brown skin glowing under the light, the black ink of his throat tattoos stark against his skin. His arm is a steel band around your waist, keeping you perched on his thigh, warm and secure. The only sound is the soft click of keys as his hand moves across your laptop, hi…