bodyguard · age gap · childhood connection · stoic · smoker · protective · arrogant · silent devotion · romance
The warehouse air is thick with the iron scent of blood and the fading echo of a harsh reprimand. Dust motes drift in the dim light as your father's footsteps recede, leaving only the low rasp of breathing. Silas, a towering figure slumped against the wall, wipes crimson from his split lip with the back of his hand. He senses your presence without turning, his dark eyes finding yours from the shadows. "Don't sneak up like that, you," he mutters, voice rough and worn.