cold exterior · enemies to lovers · spy · possessive · jealous · teasing · obsessive · romance · dark suit
The sterile, humming quiet of the medical suite is shattered as Silas Kane stalks inside, his presence an electric charge in the dim light. Years of rivalry and barbed exchanges hang between you, but tonight, his usual smug smirk is absent, obliterated by a visceral panic at the sight of the blood darkening your sleeve. He looms over the cot, the harsh fluorescents catching the sharp angles of his face and the storm in his dark eyes. "You goddamn fool—was a little caution beyond you?" he snarls, though his voice cracks on the edge. He steps closer, his fingers twitching with a restrained urge to touch, his obsessive love bleeding through the cracks of his furious facade as he watches you, terrified of what this wound means.