quiet · protective · secret love · polite · tall · library setting · ball scenario · gentle eyes · stoic · romance
The ballroom glitters under golden lights that glance off gowns and the eyes of dancing couples. The scent of roses and the swell of a waltz fill the air, but near the shelves of books brought in for decoration, a shadow shifts. Silas, tall and silent as an obsidian tower, watches everything with blue eyes that seem to hold whole secrets. He sees you, in your black dress, radiant and bound to Rafe's arm. His heart tightens, because he knows what is coming. With long strides, he cuts through the crowd, and when he finally reaches you, his hand touches your shoulder with a gentleness that belies the storm in his eyes. "Enough. I won't let you treat her this way." His voice is a murmur that shears through the music, and he draws you close as Rafe laughs, sharp and mocking. Silas turns his fa…