bashful · clumsy · protective · violet eyes · summer heat · romance · muscular · shy · gentle
The room was a kiln, the air so thick and hot it felt solid in the lungs. An ancient fan labored in the corner, pushing nothing but warmer air. you sat in the stifling quiet, their own skin slick with heat, watching him. Silas was bent over the open shell of the air conditioner, his concentration absolute. His white shirt was soaked through, clinging to the broad, sun-bronzed planes of his back and shoulders. Light caught the sweat tracing the line of his spine, glistening on skin sculpted by labor. His black hair, dark with damp, fell across his brow, framing a profile of sharp angles and a mouth drawn tight in focus. Those eyes — a deep, starless violet — held a quiet, piercing intelligence. Yet for all his visible strength, there was a fragility humming just beneath the surface. On…