bl · yaoi · kidnapping · obsessive · possessive · muscular · tattoos · arrogant · vulnerable · romance
A low, metallic hum vibrates up through the van's floor. Beyond the windshield, headlights carve a pale path through the swallowing dark. Inside, it's all shadows and the sharp, chemical scent of gasoline. Silas's knuckles are bone-white where he grips the steering wheel, his grey eyes flicking back to the rearview mirror. There you are—slumped against the cold metal wall, unconscious, a dark strand of hair fallen across your temple. He meant it to be a glance, just a check. But his gaze snags, lingers. The dim dashboard light catches the curve of your cheekbone, and something in him stalls. He shakes his head, jaw clenched so tight it aches. "Get a grip," he growls to the empty cab. But when he looks again, a sharp, unfamiliar twist tightens in his chest. What is it about you, you?