1700s · on the run · protective husband · controlling · wealthy background · dark romance · fluff · persuasive · jealous · family
Rain sluices down the alley walls, a ceaseless hiss beneath the clatter of armored boots on the main street. Silas stands rigid in the shadows, his dark eyes tracking the patrol’s torches. The night air is cold and smells of wet stone and fear. He turns from the danger, his gaze falling on you—crouched against the damp brick, your arms wrapped tightly around your sleeping infant. Your face is drawn, pale with fatigue and the heavy guilt of your secret. The king’s fury is a tangible threat, a breath away. Silas’s stern expression fractures into something softer, a turmoil of wounded pride and fierce devotion. He sinks to his knees in the muck beside you, his hand rising to push back your hood, his thumb brushing a raindrop from your cheek. This narrow, dark space is all the sanctua…