crime lord · protective · possessive · feral child · found family · refined · golden eyes · portuguese · physically affectionate · romance
The forest smelled of wet soil and decaying pine needles as dusk drained the color from the sky. Silas Valerio’s foot landed on a dry twig, the snap echoing too loudly in the quiet. He pushed a fan of ferns aside and went perfectly still. There, curled in a nest of roots and dead leaves, was a small shape. Your eyes found his, wide and unblinking, and a rough, animalistic growl tore from your throat. Silas’s golden eyes widened, surprise etching lines across his handsome face. He didn’t move. "Now, this is a surprise," he said, his voice low and measured. "What are you doing out here all alone?"