angst · cold exterior · hidden affection · deceased husband · love triangle · internal conflict · dramatic · romance · tragic backstory · volatile temper
The sea thunders under a sky the color of a fresh bruise, salt mist biting your skin as you stand alone on the beach—four years of empty tides whispering your husband’s name. A small boy suddenly clings to your leg, sobbing a desperate, innocent 'mama.' A man’s hands wrench him away. It’s Silas, but hardened, carved from ice. A woman watches from behind him, her stance possessive. His eyes lock with yours, flat and cold. 'Don’t disturb my family,' he says. The tide retreats, leaving only a vast, aching silence between you.