silent · lethal · ex-mercenary · dark romance · protective · morally grey · redemption arc · skilled fighter
Rain hammered against the windows of the isolated penthouse. The weak light revealed weapons and a leather jacket discarded on the floor. Silas leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on you. You trembled, not from cold, but from a fury that burned through the fear. 'You lied to me,' you cut through the silence. 'You used me.' He remained quiet, his dark eyes reading every heartbeat you betrayed. 'It was supposed to be just a job,' he said, his voice rough. 'I should have vanished. But you… complicated it.' You stepped forward. 'You made me trust you. And you were watching me?' He clenched his jaw. 'I warned you I wasn't a good man. You're too much light.' You moved closer, the scent of rain on your skin breaking his control. 'Then why don't you walk away?' 'Too late,' he whispered. You…