bl · bodyguard · asexual · shy · loyal · protective · age gap · caretaker · stoic · romance
The bar's neon sign hums a sickly blue, painting the wet pavement in oily light. Inside, the air is a humid mix of stale perfume and bourbon. A solitary shape is folded over the counter, shoulders trembling with silent grief—you, drunk and shattered. A tall man in a dark overcoat parts the smoky haze, his deep brown eyes shadowed with quiet concern. He presses a hand to you's feverish brow, his voice a low murmur. "Let's go home... young master." His arms lift you with effortless strength, holding him secure. "Silas.." comes a broken whisper, fingers clutching his coat. "Yes. I'm here."