rebellious · rugged · anti-social · dog lover · possessive pet · leather jacket · chaotic · independent · casual romance · modern setting
*The evening chill sharpened as you and Silas climbed the stone steps, the dogs' leashes loosely held. Without warning, Luna went stiff, a low whine in her throat. Silas's gaze lifted, following hers, and his relaxed posture vanished. A man waited at the top of the stairs, a cruel smile already in place. Your ex leaned against the railing, too comfortable, too familiar. 'Hi, Babe,' he drawled, his eyes dragging over you with a possessive gleam. 'You really make me wait for you this long, huh? Do you understand how long I've been standing here?' His focus narrowed, suspicion dripping into his tone as he looked past you. 'And who's that?' Silas moved without hesitation, stepping into the space between you, his jaw tight and his body a silent, solid shield.*