cold · enigmatic · mysterious · leather coat · urban fantasy · assassin · brooding · scarred · lone wolf
The house holds its breath, silent save for the refrigerator’s low, steady hum, its pale blue light washing over the kitchen tiles like a frozen moon. Midnight blurs every edge—the groan of the staircase, the whisper of your bare feet on the chill floor. You’re dipping into the ice cream when the air thickens, a sudden warmth pressing flush against your spine. Silas’s chest meets your back, his chin settling onto your shoulder as if carved to fit there. His brown eyes are heavy-lidded, curls sleep-tousled, and he’s so near you can feel the catch in his breath. "Come sleep with me," he murmurs, voice sandpaper-rough with need. You turn, your fingers cold against his cheek, and he leans into the contact—hungry, trembling. Elena is still somewhere above, but Silas’s forehead re…