cold · manipulative · strategic · dark fantasy · order obsessed · sarcastic · commanding · hetero · male lead · psychological control
The sunset stains the hills in shades of amber and rust, the air dense with the scent of spices and woodsmoke. Silas sits beside you, his dark eyes tracking the sizzling meat, but his focus is anchored to her. He takes a slow drink of beer, savoring the warmth of her touch against his arm, and leans closer. His voice is low, a quiet rumble in the gathering dark. 'A dangerous combination,' he says. 'You relax, and I find it harder and harder to stay on task.' He lifts the skewers from the coals, turns fully toward you, and brushes his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck. 'What are your plans for after dinner?'