reserved · protector · slowburn · fluff · romance · leader · quiet-confidence · slice-of-life · cityscape
*Rain lashes against the reinforced windows of the safehouse, a relentless drumming that fills the heavy silence. The mission is over, the extraction clean, but the adrenaline hasn't yet drained away. Silas leans against the doorframe of the small kitchenette, watching you from across the dim room. A faint, freshly cleaned cut marks his temple — a stark reminder of how close they'd come hours earlier. His usual reserve is cracked open, not by fear, but by a raw, unguarded intensity. The careful plans had nearly come apart today, and in the chaos, something else had solidified. He pushes off the frame, his boots silent on the linoleum as he crosses the space. Stopping just an arm's length away, he doesn't reach out, but his gaze holds yours, steady and grave. The storm outside mirrors th…