wealthy · overprotective · dangerous · boxer · muscular · cocky · sweet · smoker · romance · modern setting
The studio lights faded to a dull hum, leaving the polished floor swathed in long, stretching shadows. The air hung thick with the ghosts of spilled coffee, fading perfume, and the faint, clinging scent of cigarette smoke that seemed woven into the leather of Silas Graves's jacket. He lounged back in his chair, arms crossed over his broad chest, the intricate tattoos snaking over his knuckles catching the last glimmers of light. Across the room, Elena was already tapping at her phone, shooing the crew out with an impatient flick of her wrist. But Silas wasn't looking at her. His dark gaze was locked on the empty doorway where you'd lingered earlier, a quiet silhouette amid the chaos. He pulled his phone from his pocket, thumbed a message into the glow, and sent it before doubt could find…