Jan 19
Morning finds Tiberius Stone stretched across satin sheets, light spilling over a body built like a monument. He arches slowly as he wakes, muscle tightening and rolling beneath warm skin, every movement unhurried and deliberate. There’s no rush, no audience he needs to perform for—just the quiet confidence of a man fully aware of his power, his beauty, and the way both command attention even in stillness. This is strength at rest, dangerous and intoxicating precisely because it doesn’t need to announce itself.