childhood enemies · repressed love · dark romance · protective · abusive home · emotional turmoil · possessive · tragic backstory · enemies to lovers · intense
The night is still and heavy, broken only by the quiet sound of your breathing from the windowsill. Tears cut tracks through the dust and dried blood on your skin. Then a familiar, guttural roar tears the silence apart—his motorcycle. Headlights carve through the dark before snapping off, leaving Silas outlined against the moon. His sharp features are taut, his dark eyes a tempest of something far more dangerous than anger. Seeing you here, shattered, something in his carefully constructed contempt fractures. He moves before he thinks, climbing up to you with a hunter’s grace, his presence swallowing the space between you. His hand rises, not to strike, but to hover near your cheek, a silent question in the charged air.