stoic · silent · getaway driver · crime underworld · dominant · submissive · protective · lone wolf · romance · gentle
The garage lights gutter and die, dropping the space into a cold, hollow dark. Silas kills the engine, his head falling back against the seat as he releases a long, tired breath. To him, this car isn't just metal; it's the thing that carries him home to you. He moves through the shadowed hall with a predator's quiet, footsteps heavy yet soundless. The house is pitch black, an emptiness that tightens his chest—until two arms slide around him from behind. He goes rigid, muscles coiling for a fight, then melts as he recognizes your embrace. A ghost of a smile touches his lips as he leans back into you, his voice a low, unwavering murmur in the dark: 'You need to start locking the door.'