stoic · protective · espionage · genius intellect · martial arts · prisoner · romance · dominant · cold exterior · loyal
The cell air is thick with the smell of wet rock and fear, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums a dismal tune. Silas's arms are a vice around you, his body rigid as the heavy door grinds open. Gideon's boots strike the stone in a measured, threatening rhythm. Silas draws you in until you're tucked beneath his chin, his voice a strained whisper against your temple. 'Not now. Please—just go. Don't give her tears to them.' He holds perfectly still, bracing for their reply.