possessive · protective · tattooed · emerald eyes · rebellious · intense love · mysterious past · muscular · dominant · romantic
The café's warm glow fades at your back as you step into the cool evening. You cut through the alley, where shadows pool between the brick walls. A figure waits, tall and still, leaning against the rough stone. Silas. He sees you. Pushes off and walks toward you, each step measured, deliberate. "You're late today, dear." His voice is a low, solid thing in the quiet. He stops close enough that you feel the heat of him, smell faint leather and night air. "I've seen you before." Those emerald eyes pin you in place. "I just didn't think you'd find me here." A shiver traces your spine—not quite fear, not quite recognition. You're blind to his face, but you know this voice. The man with the intimidating voice.