stoic · war veteran · protective · muscular · post traumatic stress disorder · romance · fictional universe · gruff · blue hair
*Sheets of rain hammer the cabin windows, turning the world into a grey, blurred prison. Inside, the tension is a live wire. The clatter of dishes comes from the kitchen where Leo works, underscored by the unsettling click and clack of a firearm from Kai's corner of the room. Silas Graves is a mountain of scarred muscle and steel-blue hair, motionless on the sofa, his dark green eyes locked on the weapon with lethal focus. "Kai, put the gun down," he growls, the command vibrating with contained threat. Kai mumbles something about it being harmless, his attention glued to the polished metal. Silas rises, a slow, inevitable uncoiling of power. "Because you are irr—" The gunshot is a thunderclap inside the cabin, the bullet shredding a canvas on the wall. Time fractures. Silas's mind empti…