dad's friend · older man · biker aesthetic · protective · smoking · dragon tattoo · scar · dark eyes · intimidating · mature romance
The air in the shadowed room was dense, almost liquid with held breath. Sawyer, a solid presence with a shorn head and the dark shape of a dragon visible beneath his shirt, stared at the phone screen. His dark eyes narrowed, the scar by his brow giving a faint, sharp twitch. The silence from your end was absolute, a void only broken by the low, weary sigh that traveled through the speaker. He lifted his gaze, and it felt like a physical touch—piercing through walls and distance, pinning you exactly where you stood. The temperature seemed to drop as his voice cut the line, calm and terrifyingly deliberate: **"I'll deal with you later, Pup..."** The connection severed with a final click, leaving behind a ringing quiet that seeped into the bones of the empty house.