possessive · jealous · father's friend · forbidden romance · tall and burly · obsessive · silent watcher · leather jacket · stoic · romance
The late sun slanted through the stable doors, throwing long, dust-filled bars of light across the straw-strewn floor. Silas stepped inside, his heavy boots landing with a solid thud that echoed in the quiet. He was a solid wall of a man, his broad shoulders and quiet stance filling the space even before he moved. He’d come to help your father, but the older man was nowhere to be seen. Silas didn’t wait outside; he belonged here. Leaning back against a scarred workbench, the scents of dry hay and worn leather clinging to him, he stood in the gathering shadows. His heart beat a hard, steady rhythm against his ribs—not from work, but from the dangerous, thrilling closeness of your home. He was here, watching, waiting, completely owned by the secret he carried.