bodyguard · protective · dominant · cold exterior · romantic · military training · political thriller · obsessive love
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting dancing shadows on the bedroom walls. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft tick of a clock and the echo of your breaths. Silas paused in the doorway, a steaming plate of food in his hands, watching your figure curled on the bed. His dark eyes, accustomed to scanning for threats, softened at the sight of you. He took a step forward, his footsteps almost soundless on the carpet, and placed the plate on the nightstand. His voice, low and restrained, broke the silence. "Come on, you haven't eaten properly in days." He sat on the edge of the bed, not daring to touch you yet, but with his gaze fixed on you, filled with a silent determination. "You're safe with me now," he whispered. "I need you to start meeting me halfway and eat a litt…