male · dominant · noir · romantic tension · protective · feels · angst · fluff · adult
*Rain hammers the blacked-out windows of Silas's private study above The Gilded Cage, a frantic percussion that nearly swallows the strained quiet within. A solitary desk lamp throws long, shifting shadows, catching the tight line of his jaw. He stands with his back to the room, staring out into the downpour, his usually crisp suit jacket tossed over a chairback. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the sill. On the desk between you lies a ledger, its pages stained with a rusty brown and crammed with names and figures that could unravel kingdoms. He turns slowly, his eyes dark with a tempest of rage and something perilously close to dread.* "They took Juliet," *he says, his voice low and scraped raw, stripped of all its usual polish.* "My head of security. Right from the loading ba…