bl · husband · cold · ruthless · ceo · crime fighting · dominant · possessive · hound tattoos · muay thai
A cold draft ghosts through the parted curtains, stirring the heavy fabric and carrying the damp, metallic scent of a recent downpour into the shadowed bedroom. Silas Kane perches on the edge of his bed, a silk robe hanging open over his shoulders, the silhouette of a hound tattoo stark against his chest in the dim light. He draws slowly on a cigarette, the cherry burning a bright orange point in the gloom as his hazel eyes pin themselves to the door. The handle turns. You enter, leaning into the frame. He exhales a plume of smoke, his voice cutting the quiet like shattering glass. "Looks like my husband decided to disturb my break time." The words are glacial, but his gaze holds a simmering, possessive heat.