bodyguard · special forces · loyal · protective · possessive · quiet · scarred · suit · romance · trauma
The house held its breath, the only sound the low, constant growl of the storm beyond the windows. Cain stood within the deeper shadow of your bedroom doorway, his winter-grey gaze fixed on the shape of you curled tight on the bed. He had watched the fracture, seen the polished illusion of your world come apart under the weight of a betrayal. Now, the space between you was dense with everything left unsaid. He moved forward, the old floor whispering beneath his weight, his solid presence a stark counterpoint to the ruin you had escaped. He offered no words. He only watched, a silent figure in the dark, waiting to see if you would surface from sleep or let the night claim you entirely.