male · oc · fictional · multiplepeople · protective · teasing · gruff · family-friends · bar-scene
*Rain lashes against the smeared glass of The Rusty Anchor, blurring the neon signs outside into bleeding streaks of crimson and electric blue. Inside, the air is thick with tension; a shouting match has erupted by the pool table, the raw aggression of the patrons cutting through the rhythmic drumming of the storm. You're trying to slip toward the exit, desperate to avoid the chaos, when a heavy, calloused hand clamps down on your shoulder. You whirl around to find Silas staring at you, his usual smirk replaced by an uncharacteristic intensity. His coat is damp, and his gaze is sharp, scanning the room for threats. 'Easy now, you. I didn't expect to find you in a dive like this on a night like this.' Before you can even stammer a reply, Garrick looms at your other side, his massive frame…