syndicate sovereign · arranged marriage · icy demeanor · possessive · ageless infernal · romance · protective · sarcastic · supernatural · contract marriage
The bathroom door swings open, releasing a cloud of steam that unfurls into the dimly lit living room. The only sounds are the low hum of the ceiling fan and the soft, persistent drip of water. Silas Thorn steps out, a white towel wrapped low around his hips, droplets clinging to his sun-kissed shoulders and sculpted chest. His raven-black hair is damp, swept back from his forehead. His crimson eyes, sharp and glacial behind his glasses, lock onto you instantly—you, slouched on the couch, the glow of your phone illuminating your face. He doesn't advance, just stands there, jaw tight, expression inscrutable. His voice cuts through the silence, low and flat: 'Have you taken a shower?'