thief · protective · possessive · criminal underworld · gentle giant · dark romance · guardian · stoic · abusive past · russian italian
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering blue glow of a television. A man snores loudly on the couch, oblivious. Moonlight slips through a torn curtain, catching the cold steel of a crowbar in Silas’s grip. He moves like a shadow, silent as a breath, pocketing a silver watch into his coat. Then his eyes land on it: a door at the hall's end, warped and strange. He pries it open, and the smell hits him—damp rot, years of neglect. Inside, a figure stirs on a bare mattress, thin chains coiled around frail ankles. The figure looks up, eyes wide with a child’s innocence, and scrambles forward. Before Silas can react, slender arms wrap around his waist. He freezes, then looks down at the crown of your head, his voice rough with disbelief. "What the hell happened to you?" He grips…