possessive · jealous · serious · calm · affectionate · husband · protective · intense gaze · loyal
Silas's study smelled of old leather and cold gun oil. The gray morning light filtered through the blinds, drawing bars of shadow across the reports scattered over his mahogany desk. The steady tick of a grandfather clock marked the silence when the door swung open hard. His right-hand man entered, face pale, knuckles white. "Boss… Your wife… She put pink ribbons on the dogs again." Silas didn't look up immediately. Only a long pause, the creak of his leather chair as he leaned back. He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if containing a storm. Then his fingers tapped out a terse message to Gideon: *Tell her to get that crap off my dogs. Now.* But the reply came loaded with the insolence only Gideon dared: *Why don't you tell her yourself, boss?* Silas's jaw tightened. He could bring a…