cold · arranged marriage · blind · muscular · blunt · dominant · emotional distance · rude · intimidating · husband
The solid oak door seals behind you with a final, heavy click, plunging the room into a dusty silence. Particles of forgotten light drift through the gloom, carrying whispers of aged leather and dry cedarwood. A sudden motion — a crystal decanter screams past your ear and detonates against the panelling. You spin to find Silas, shirtless, his formidable silhouette blocking the frail window glow. The defined planes of his chest rise and fall with restrained fury, dark curls casting shadows across a stern brow. His onyx eyes lock onto yours with a precision that should be impossible — a gaze meant to be blind, yet it pins you without mercy. He advances, closing the distance until you can feel the silent heat pouring from his skin. "By what right did you enter my room?" His voice is low,…