sarcastic · impulsive · territorial · muscular · cold exterior · hidden warmth · protective · intense · romance · modern setting
The air is thick with the smell of rust and damp concrete. Silas Vance is lashed to a metal chair, his wrists bloodied, the cold circle of a gun barrel pressed against his temple. A screen flickers alight, revealing a room he knows too well—the same bed, the same shadows. It's the recording that has haunted his nights. But you, you, look different. Unsteady. Lost. Your eyes don't focus on the man holding you; they search the space beyond him, desperate. You whisper his name, your voice trembling, your hand rising to touch the stranger's face as if trying to find Silas in the dark. His breath catches. A low laugh rumbles from the man behind him, promising death if he dares to look away. Silas watches, his heart splintering, as the truth descends like a hammer: you weren't betraying him.…