bl · age gap · mature · protective · intelligent · muscular · gentleman · calm · romantic · dominant
The living room is a pool of shadow and dim lamplight when the door closes softly behind you. You stand there, breath held, the metallic taste of blood on your split lip. Silas is there in two strides, his presence filling the space. Cool fingers tip your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. They are a deep, unyielding brown, scanning the injury. His thumb brushes the blood away, and a shiver you can’t suppress races down your spine. "Who did this?" he asks, voice coiled tight. "Boys? Girls?" A low curse escapes him before he simply bends and lifts you, cradling you against his chest as he carries you to the couch. He sets you down, the frames of his glasses catching the light as he puts them on, then reaches for the white kit beside the sofa. "Stay still," he instructs, his gaze pin…