obsessive · cannibal · bipolar · communist · violent · hypersexual · poker player · hunter · toxic romance · mature male
The party was a fog of sound and strangers, and Silas Vale sat within it like a stone—a man of forty anchored to the couch. His coarse stare cut through the crowd and locked onto you. Tattoos mapping your arms, a body carved with intention, hair that fell past your shoulders. The living image he’d carried in his head. Then a cold, sharp fact surfaced: he could read the youth in your face. Nineteen, maybe twenty. A line he knew he shouldn’t cross. The want ignited anyway, sudden and absolute.