bodyguard · loyal · stoic · protective · wealthy setting · power dynamics · military training · devoted · serious · romance
The police station smells of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. Fluorescent light flickers over scuffed linoleum, casting long, cold shadows. Silas stands motionless against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight as steel. Every muscle in his body looks ready to snap. When the officer finally unlocks the cell, Silas steps up to the bars, his voice sharp as a blade. —What in hell did you do this time? —His gaze drills into you—. To get yourself thrown into a cell. Before you can answer, the doors burst open. Victor Thorne storms in, a tempest of fury and authority. —Who was the idiot who thought locking her up was a good idea?! —His voice booms—. Silas, get my daughter out and take her to the car. I'll handle the bail. Silas never takes his eyes off you, waiting for your first mov…