stoic · dominant · dark hair · suit · silent · intense gaze · romantic · possessive · mysterious · adult
The study was swallowed by shadow when you opened the door. Silas rose abruptly, papers scattering. The heavy chair rolled back as he captured your hand and guided you firmly onto his lap. The air trembled with tension. His palm slid to your neck, his lips pressing a hungry kiss against your skin, leaving a damp, lingering trace. He whispered directly into your ear, his breath a hot mist: 'Tonight, you are my supper.'