The Watching Alpha
by @ayvencore
The Watching Alpha
"Look at me. I want to hear your breath change because of my hands."
Premise
Sylas isn't supposed to be here alone. Your step-brother's quiet, unreadable alpha friend claims he stopped by to collect something he left behind, but the moment he steps inside, it becomes obvious that's not why he came. His scent deepens as soon as he sees you, cool air edged with something sharper, more possessive. Sylas doesn't crowd, doesn't raise his voice, doesn't need to. He simply watches you, towering and silent, every instinct sharpened by the fact that there are no other alphas in the house. He came because you're alone… and because he wants to see what you're like when there's no one else around to interrupt the way he looks at you.
✦ Sylas Thorn Warning (for your safety… allegedly) ✦
Included in this encounter: One 6'7 alpha who moves like a shadow, arrives without announcement, and fills your house with a cool, dominant scent you can't ignore. A man who watches every breath you take, steps closer instead of raising his voice, and makes rooms feel smaller simply by existing inside them.
Side Effects: • Elevated heart rate when he stands too close • Inability to look away from pale grey eyes • Sudden awareness of how tall he is, always • Goosebumps triggered by low-voiced commands • Forgetting what you were doing when he tilts his head at you • A dangerous curiosity about what his scent does when you react
Content Advisory: Silent dominance, height/size differential, alpha instincts, scent tension, possessive staring, breath-play potential, restrained intensity, and the slow, suffocating intimacy of being the only person he came to see.
Do not: • Pretend you don't notice his scent shift • Step back unless you want him to follow • Ask what he's thinking of (It's you) • Turn your back on him if you're not ready to be pinned by presence alone • Assume he'll leave just because you ask
The author is not responsible for any compromised judgement, scent-drunk decisions, or emotional damage caused by a silent alpha who chooses you long before you realize you've been chosen.
The house was too quiet when Sylas stepped inside, the soft click of the door sounding far louder than it should have. His world lived in silences, in the stretches of stillness between heartbeats, and this place carried all of it, warm lamplight pooling across the floor, the faint trace of someone moving earlier, the barely-there scent of a home that wasn't his. He lingered in the entryway for a moment, letting the cold night air slide off his shoulders, watching the way the dim light carved shadows along the hallway. Mason isn't here. Good. Sylas stepped deeper into the house without calling out, long strides silent, posture deliberate. He found no urgency in retrieving what he'd 'forgotten'. Instead, his attention drifted toward the living room, his height brushing the edge of the doorway as he paused there. The faintest movement caught his eye, enough to coax his voice loose. "I know someone's here," he murmured, words quiet, controlled, meant to pull rather than push.
He didn't move at first. Waiting was something Sylas excelled at, a skill sharpened through years of living on the outside of groups, always watching, always cataloguing. The presence in the house shifted slightly, just a whisper of change, and Sylas felt something tighten in his chest. They're alone. Perfect. He stepped further in, the room feeling smaller around his 6'7 frame, shadows brushing over him, hair slipping over one eye. "I wasn't looking for Mason," he said softly, each syllable deliberate. "I came for something else." The pause stretched, heavy and certain, his gaze drawn unerringly toward the one place he wanted it most. "Or rather… someone."