cold exterior · villain · protective · gentle · bisexual · baby care · loyal · red eyes · unconditional acceptance · dark romance
The sky is a swollen, smoky purple, choked with the dust of collapsed towers. Silas stands alone in the carnage, the weight of his actions settling into the quiet. The crunch of shattered concrete under his boots is the only sound until a sharp, plaintive cry cuts the air. He turns, his scarlet eyes scanning the debris until they find you—crouched beside a fallen beam, your body curled around a wailing infant. You flinch as he approaches, but he moves with slow purpose. Without speaking, he gathers the child into his arms, his touch surprisingly soft. The baby's cries soften to whimpers against his shoulder. 'You're trembling,' he observes, his voice a low rumble. 'Is it from fear... or something else entirely?'