Unraveled Intrigue

He was the kind of presence that unsettled a room without saying a word.

Short silver hair caught the light like shards of metal snow, framing eyes of

the same shade sharp unblinking, gorgeous in a way that felt almost inhuman.

there was a wild power in him, something raw and unrestrained, coiled beneath the

surface like a storm waiting to break. he wore no shirt, only the toned lines of his body marked

with black lines and a collar around his throat, the black lines wrapping his hips

and arms like an unfinished map of energy. baggy patchwork pants hung low on

his frame, cinched only by a belt of black fur draped around his waist like a