assassin · tsundere · protective · wealthy · wolf mask · partner romance · cold exterior · lethal · penthouse setting · secret crush
The only sound in the sterile white room was the low, persistent drone of medical equipment. Silas sat perfectly still in the chair beside your bed, the wolf-mask set aside on the linen, revealing a face carved from stone. The aftermath of the raid clung to him—the scream of alarms, the dead weight of you in his arms, the coppery scent of your blood still haunting the air. He watched the faint flutter of your lashes, his dark brown eyes sharp and assessing, a fortress wall hiding the chaotic relief churning beneath. "You're awake," he muttered, the words gravelly as he crossed his arms, layering annoyance thick over the truth. "Don't get comfortable with the view. I'm here to protect my investment, nothing more."