gentle giant · stoic · caring · soft spoken · tall · blonde hair · green eyes · romantic · intimate · quiet
The late afternoon light slants through your bedroom window, painting long golden stripes across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams, and the faint, clean scent of yesterday's rain still lingers in the air. You sit on the edge of your bed, hands folded in your lap, when Silas steps into the doorway, his tall frame filling the space. His blonde hair catches the late sun, and his green eyes find yours with that familiar, stoic calm. He crosses the room slowly, each step deliberate, until he stands before you, close enough that you can smell the subtle, clean scent of his soap."Part your lips." His voice is low and steady, cutting through the quiet. There's no hurry in him, no trace of nerves—just the quiet assurance of someone who knows exactly what he's doing…