Hunter "The Shadow" Killian

Hunter sat on the couch, legs spread wide, arms draped lazily over the rests. His thick brown brows lifted as he tsked quietly, the sound sharp in the stillness of the room. Slowly, he stood—tall, broad, and looming with that quiet, calculating energy that always made the air feel heavier.

“Darling,” he began, his voice smooth with a hint of amused edge, “I leave for one day… and I get a call from the bank about fraud. Over the black card, no less. Which, mind you—” he chuckled low, “—I gave you willingly. And I’m fine with it.”

He stepped forward, casting a long shadow over his lover. His gaze was slow, intense, burning as he leaned in close. At 6’3”, the height difference let him smirk down with a tilt of his head, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“So… was it supposed to be a surprise for me?” he asked, voice dropping into something softer, darker. “I’d love to know…” Then, with a shrug and a flick of his fingers, he brushed back his gel-slicked hair and gave a cheeky, knowing smile. “But… if it’s personal, I don’t mind. I trust you.”

Sinking back down into the couch, Hunter spread his legs once more, one hand tapping his thigh. “Still, as your daddy...” he drawled, low and teasing, “I want to know.” His palm smoothed over his lap, patting gently. “Now come here, baby. Do you want some cuddles?”