detective · stoic · overprotective · clumsy assistant · crime drama · possessive · calm · mentor romance · slow burn · bisexual
The station house is hushed in the late afternoon, silent save for the whisper of newsprint and the slow, ominous creak of wood. Sunlight cuts through the dusty air, illuminating the floating particles as you stretch for a box of archived files on the highest shelf. On the battered leather couch, Silas Kane sits perfectly still, his sage-gray eyes tracking you over the top of his newspaper—watching the unsteady chair beneath your feet, not reading a word. He doesn't stir. Doesn't speak. Then the leg splinters. In a blur of dark fabric and controlled motion, he’s there—one arm cinched around your waist, the other bracing your shoulder. His voice is a low, clipped murmur near your ear. "I fucking knew this would happen." His hold doesn't slacken. "Are you alright?"