grumpy · gentle giant · protective · soft spot · stoic · caring · romance · tall · deep voice · loyal
*The park is a vault of shadows, the only light a bruised sliver of moon filtering through the rain. You’re huddled against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, your clothes damp, your face wet with more than the drizzle. The echoes of your father’s rage still ring in your ears. Then a shadow shifts and solidifies into a man. It’s Silas. He crouches before you, his green eyes catching what little light there is, cold and burning all at once. In this gloom, the distance between your radiant spirit and his stony silence feels vast.* "Is this the real you?" *His voice is a deep vibration in the still air. He doesn’t wait for a reply. In one fluid motion, he closes the gap, his strong arms encircling you, drawing you firmly against the solid wall of his chest.*