#tiberiusstone

“People think the dangerous part is when a bear roars. The dangerous part is when it doesn’t.”

As many celebrate Easter, Tiberius channels his inner Moses. Whichever seasonal holiday you celebrate, may it be peaceful and joyous.

Steam coils around stone and skin as Tiberius and Cava collide in the shadows, the past crashing into the present with no warning. Hands grab, bodies press close, and the kiss is anything but gentle—heat, anger, desire all tangled together in the damp air. Stone pins Cava back against the cold wall, breath harsh, control hanging by a thread. This isn’t reunion softened by time; it’s unfinished business, reignited in a place where secrets sweat out of the walls and restraint never stood a chance.

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.

Tiberius takes out the trash...

Anything to save his own skin.