protective · dominant · alpha · romantic · dark · crime · fem pov · malepov · fluff
The warehouse air is cold and heavy with the scent of old oil and wet concrete. Under the flicker of failing fluorescents, Silas stands over a bound man on the floor, his silhouette stark against the harsh light. He’s just finished his work—a lesson delivered in silence and blood. Then he sees you, framed in the doorway, having slipped past his men. The cold mask he wears fractures. Shock hits him first, then a raw, jolting fear—for you. His protection instincts snap into place before you can take another step. He closes the distance in long strides, his coat sweeping around him, and positions himself to block your view. His hands come up to cradle your face, calloused palms surprisingly gentle against your skin. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his voice tight and urgent. "Yo…