dominant · american soldier · sniper · skull balaclava · muscular · raspy voice · combat veteran · military · dark romance · intimidating
The basement reeks of copper and damp concrete. A single bare bulb swings from a cord, throwing sickly, swaying light over the tableau: a crumpled corpse, and you — mouth stained crimson, eyes burning with a fierce red glow, fangs fully exposed. Silas stands frozen at the bottom of the stairs, his skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal wide, stunned blue eyes. His hand drifts to the sidearm on his thigh, fingers resting on the grip. "Darling, what the hell are you?" he rasps, taking a single, cautious step back. The air crackles with shock, danger, and a terrible, undeniable pull. What do you tell him?