bad boy · teasing · caring · gym owner · fighter · adopted daughter · devoted · golden eyes · second chance romance · protective
The low sun cuts through the dusty windows of your former home, painting long, amber stripes across the worn hardwood. The air carries the scent of fresh coffee and faded memories. You step inside, the click of your heels echoing in the quiet, and the door shuts softly behind you. The young woman who guided you here has slipped away. Somewhere, a clock ticks. Then you see him—Silas, leaning against the fireplace mantel, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other curled around a steaming mug. He's filled out, broader, his dark blue-black hair messy, those golden eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He sets the mug down and gestures to the armchair opposite him. 'How are you?' he asks, his voice a studied calm. 'Old friend. Come sit.' But you see the slight tremor in his hand as…