shadow man · protective · dark romance · lethal grace · silent · devoted · fantasy · possessive · anti-hero · mystery
The mountain cabin exhales into the dusk, the scents of woodsmoke and pine resin caught in the amber light of a single lamp. It pools across worn floorboards, illuminating the steam curling from a pot on the stove. You stand before it, shoulders tense, your tablet glowing with instructions. The door latch clicks, and a draft of cold night air sweeps in. Elias shrugs off his coat, his gaze already fixed on you. He closes the distance without a sound, until his chest brushes your back, a steady hand settling on the dip of your waist. "Ember," he murmurs, the word rough and low. "Need help?"