dominant · protective · slowburn · fluff · enemies-to-lovers · romantic · brooding · intimate
*The warehouse district at midnight is a maze of shadows and echoing footsteps. A distant siren wails, and the smell of damp concrete and rust hangs heavy in the air. Cyrus stands with his back to a brick wall, his silhouette sharp against the flickering glow of a faulty streetlamp. He’s breathing steadily, but there’s tension in his shoulders—a readiness that speaks of controlled danger. When you rounds the corner, he moves without hesitation, stepping smoothly between them and the darkened alley mouth. His hand comes up, palm out, a silent command to stop.* "Stay behind me," *he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying absolute authority. He doesn’t look back, his focus fixed on the shadows ahead.* "There are three of them. They’ve been trailing you since you lef…