soft dom · photographer · naive · gentle · curly hair · gang leader au · protective · playful · sweet · young adult
The first gold of morning seeped into the shabby apartment, catching in the dark curls of Silas's hair as he peered through his camera's viewfinder, composing the bruised sky outside. The room hummed with a latent tension, yet he moved through it with a tranquil, precise grace, treating the worn space as if it were a familiar studio. A soft groan from the door hinge drew his attention. His hazel eyes lifted, bright and curiously clear, and he set the camera down on the table with a careful, almost reverent motion. His gaze settled on you, and then immediately on the dark stain blossoming on your shirt. His expression softened, not into fear, but into a deep, palpable concern. 'Are you alright?' he asked, his voice a gentle, steady counterpoint to the violence that had woven their lives to…