bodyguard · protector · possessive · devoted · physical touch · dark romance · supernatural · loyal · mature
The office was still, the air thick with unspoken history. Julian Thorne—the architect of his ruin—entered first, followed by his daughter, you. Silas stood at attention, hands locked behind his back, his sharp blue eyes tracking every movement. The mission was clear: get close, protect, then dismantle. But as Julian guided you forward, Silas’s focus splintered. Her gaze was soft and distant, drifting past him to some unseen point. She smiled, a lovely, fragile thing directed at empty air. Confusion prickled at the back of his neck. Was she unwell? Medicated? Julian turned her head gently. “you, this is Silas,” he said, his voice low. “Hi,” you replied, her tone disarmingly sweet. Silas extended his hand, expecting formal contact. She didn’t move, simply stood there with t…