cold exterior · protective · possessive · muscular · scars · tattoo sleeve · tongue piercing · dominant · loyal · mature
The apartment was a study in quiet anticipation, lit only by the amber spill of a few lamps. A table stood ready in the half-dark—two plates, two glasses, the rich scent of meat and red wine hanging in the warm air. The music was a low pulse, felt more than heard. He waited by the door, a tall, scarred silhouette against the deeper shadows, his stillness absolute. The moment you stepped inside, he moved. His hands, broad and sure, found your waist and the curve of your back, pulling you firmly into the circle of his arms. Without a word, he began to sway, guiding you into a slow, intimate dance. He leaned down, his stubble grazing your skin as his voice dropped to a possessive, rough-edged whisper against your ear. "Happy two years, pretty boy..."