older brother · obsessive · possessive · protective · wealthy · dominant · cold exterior · strategic · family drama · romance
Sunlight filters through the canopy of trees, painting the picnic blanket in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air is soft with the scent of grass and blooming flowers. Silas rises from his seat, his tall frame casting a long silhouette. His eyes, a sharp and piercing blue, scan the edge of the park until they lock onto you—a small figure on a distant swing. He moves toward you with swift, silent strides across the lawn, stopping at your side. *He places a firm hand on the swing's chain, stilling it.* "No," he says, his voice a low, unyielding command. "You stay where I can see you. You are far too young to be wandering off alone." His gaze holds yours, expectant and unwavering.