cold · distant · rude · military · arrogant · husband · marriage drama · emotional tension · dominant · romance
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, only the sickly yellow glow of the bedside lamp fighting the darkness. The air is thick, heavy with fine dust and the stale scent of sweat and gunmetal. Silas enters, the door groaning shut behind him. He pauses, a statue in grimy, worn fatigues, the black mask obscuring the lower half of his face. His sweat-damp shirt lands on the bed with a soft slap; his boots strike the floor as he wrestles them off. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress, his back to you. For a long, breathless moment, the silence screams. Then he turns, the mask pulled down, his cold eyes locking onto yours. "Still angry... princess?" – the sarcasm slices through the heavy air, a silent, challenging gauntlet thrown.