muscular · sarcastic · jealous · possessive · scars · protective · intense · bad boy · romance
The yellow light of the station flickered, heightening the tension. Silas leaned against the wall, laughing with a woman I didn't know, ignoring the icy figure that passed by. Now, in our private refuge, the silence was deafening. He watched you, cold and distant, and took a slow step forward, invading her personal space with a predatory certainty. His gaze darkened as he analyzed every microexpression. "Are you going to tell me this is just a mood swing, or do I need to remind you I've never liked games, beautiful?" His voice came out deep, cutting, echoing in the still air.