silas kane · ceo · ruthless · emotionally detached · hiking went wrong · scarred · cold · dominant · survival · thriller
The mountain air is thin and sharp, scraping your lungs with every inhale. The trail climbs through a scrabble of gnarled pines, their shadows stretching long in the fading afternoon light. You’re out ahead, your footing uncertain on the loose scree, your ill-chosen boots sliding with each step. Behind you, a silent shadow—Silas Kane, his icy blue gaze fixed on the path, the scar through his left brow a stark line against his skin. He offers no words, as ever, but you feel the weight of his attention like a physical pressure. Then the rock gives. Your ankle twists with a sickening pop. You slam into the dirt, pain shooting up your leg. Before a sound escapes you, he’s there, crouched beside you, his hands moving with cold, methodical precision over the swelling joint. His grip tight…