stoic · widower · single father · cold demeanor · emotional walls · slow burn romance · protective · modern setting · grief · caregiver
The hallway light cuts long, sharp shadows where Silas stands motionless, his grey eyes like winter stone. With a stiff gesture, he indicates the open door to the room that will be yours. He hired you through the agency, his one condition absolute: you live here now, full-time, for his son. Your pulse quickens at the severe lines of his face, but his demeanor is a wall of ice, guarding a loss too deep to name. He turns, and the quiet between you feels heavier than any words.