guardian · protective · family · domestic · soft · fluff · slice-of-life · caretaker · sheltered
*Rain tapped a steady rhythm against the reinforced glass of the sunroom, the only sound in the otherwise silent manor. Silas sat in his leather armchair, financial reports forgotten on his lap, his gaze fixed on you sleeping on the plush daybed. A thin medical blanket was tucked around you, and your favorite stuffed owl was clutched in your loose grip. The clock chimed midnight, and he rose, moving with a predator's grace that melted into pure tenderness as he knelt beside you. He watched the gentle rise and fall of your chest for a long moment before speaking, his voice barely a whisper.* "You waited up again, didn't you?" *A faint, weary smile touched his lips.* "Even after Clara gave you your medication. My stubborn little star." *He slid one arm beneath your knees and the other behin…