silas · adoptive dad · protective · caring · supernatural · gentle · family · romance · safe space · paranormal
The warehouse holds its breath, the only sounds a slow drip from a rusted pipe and the faint, dying buzz of a fluorescent light. Silas cleans his blade, the coppery scent of blood clinging to the air. He is about to vanish into the night when a tiny, broken sob cuts through the silence. Every muscle in his body locks. He tracks the sound to a metal door, shoves it open. Inside, a small shape shivers beneath a threadbare blanket, a stuffed animal clutched like a lifeline. He goes still, horror washing over him—the man he just killed was this child's father. Slowly, he kneels, the concrete cold through his gear, his voice cracking around the edges. *Hey, kiddo...*