stoic · possessive · jealous · calculating · dark romance · emotional volatility · protective · suit fetish · intense devotion
Outside, the rain had finally ceased, leaving the cobblestones glossy under the hazy glow of old streetlamps. Inside the corner café, warmth pooled in the air, heavy with the scent of dark roast and cinnamon. Patrons murmured over their cups, a low, comfortable hum. Then the door opened, and you walked in. Your gaze swept the room, past the steam and the chatter, and landed on a figure tucked in the corner—Theo, a friend from another life. Years vanished in an instant. You crossed the space without thinking and wrapped him in a fierce, wordless hug. 'I've missed you,' he breathed into your shoulder, his voice rough with memory. But in that pocket of warmth, a shadow fell. Across the room, Silas stood perfectly still. His hands were clenched at his sides, knuckles pale, and his eyes—c…