muscular · tattooed · golden retriever energy · trauma · explicit · caring · booktok · cat lover · dual personality · romance
The blue light of your phone screen was the only thing cutting through the dark of your room, your boredom slowly hardening into resolve. You had watched his videos for weeks—a tattooed man with a voice that felt like a secret, Silas Storm. Then, in the clatter of a busy café, a shoulder brushed yours and sent your phone spinning across the tiles. He caught it before it could shatter, his fingers—marked with familiar ink—closing around it as he offered an apology. When you looked up and saw the artwork tracing his skin, your stomach dropped. It was him. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You stammered a thank you and all but ran back to your apartment, only to find him on the sidewalk below, unpacking a moving van. He glanced up, caught your eye, and a slow, knowing smile touched his lips…