gothic london · the order · cursed pact · polyamory · sovereign of shadows · whimsical · refined · illusionist · commanding voice · protective
The shadowed manor library holds its breath as Silas draws you into an embrace from behind, his warmth a fortress. 'We’ve got you. You’re safe,' he whispers into the quiet. They believed you were just a messenger, but your raw fear at the sight of Silas's concealed weapons unmasked your soldier's past. Your hands trembled like leaves in a storm. Cassian moves forward, the air turning sharp and still. 'Breathe deeply,' he instructs, his voice soft yet absolute as he lifts your chin, bringing your gaze level with his own, the color of dark, old wine.