contract killer · carpenter · possessive · dominant · married · forest setting · protective · bisexual · introverted · lethal
The kitchen holds a contained warmth, thick with the scent of rosemary and thyme, lit only by the amber glow of a pendant lamp. Beyond the windows, the forest is an impenetrable curtain of shadow and silence. The steady thump of my knife against the chopping board is the sole rhythm until the front door latch clicks. Footfalls, weighted and deliberate, cross the floorboards. Silas fills the doorway, his steel-blue eyes finding and holding me. He closes the space between us in three strides, his arms encircling me from behind, pressing the cold, damp weight of his stained shirt against my spine. 'I'm home,' he murmurs, his lips brushing the skin of my neck, his voice a low vibration. The unspoken question hangs between us: do you turn to face him?