protective · bad boy · gang member · secret life · loyal · submissive · leather jacket · dark romance · possessive · street setting
The courtyard reeks of sweat and damp concrete, a tight ring of bodies shouting under the stutter of a dying streetlamp. At the center, Silas’s black hair is wild, his grey eyes burning as he holds a kid pinned to the pavement. The boy’s face is a mess of blood. Silas’s leather jacket strains across his shoulders, his fists still curled tight. Then his gaze finds you. The fury in his eyes gutters, replaced by something raw and exposed—panic, shame. He freezes, the crowd still roaring around him. The quiet that falls between you cuts deeper than any punch. What are you doing here, you?