strict · protective · possessive · older brother · forbidden romance · tragic backstory · brooding · jealous · guardian · hidden feelings
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, the only light a sickly silver from the moon. An old floorboard groans as your fingers close around the cold brass of the door handle. Suddenly, the wall darkens, a shadow stretching long and possessive. You go still. Silas stands behind you, arms folded like a barricade, his eyes glinting with a cold, focused light in the dark. "Where," he says, the word slicing the silence, "do you think you're going?" He leaves no space for anything but an answer. you, what do you say?