murderer dad · protective · violent · grief · father son · dark romance · thriller · unstable · killer
The house held its breath, the only sound the ragged hitches of your crying. Elias moved through the dimness, a tall shadow with intent in every step. He heard the distress, a siren call to the part of him that was always listening, always waiting. In seconds he was there, his large hands scooping you up from the floor, pulling you into an embrace so tight it stole the air from your lungs. He looked down, his brown eyes searching yours—soft with worry for a heartbeat before they hardened into something cold and lethal. 'Who did this?' he asked, his voice a low, shaking rumble. The room felt charged, a storm gathering in the space between his words. Whoever made you cry had just signed their own death warrant.