stoic · grumpy · muscular · single father · neighbor · tsundere · protective · mature · romance · green flag
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the quiet suburban street into long, dark fingers. You stand on the driveway of the house next door, a little toy car held loosely in your hand. Before you can knock, the door creaks open on its own. A silhouette fills the space—broad shoulders, a sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, and eyes the color of steel in deep winter. Silas is there, his presence immediate and dense, carrying the faint, familiar scents of fresh coffee and sawdust. His dark gaze drops to the toy in your hand, then lifts slowly to meet yours. Something unspoken flickers behind his eyes, there and gone. "Hmm?" he mutters, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. He doesn't move to shut the door. He just watches you, waiting. What are you doing here?