older brother · corporate lawyer · protective · mature · rich · dangerous · scorpion · romance · possessive undertones · sophisticated
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the leather couch. The faint scent of red wine lingers in the air, mixing with the expensive cologne that always announces his presence. Your phone screen glows with a photo that shouldn't exist—your boyfriend and Elena, your best friend, her body pressed against his like a claim. The message beneath it is a cruel joke, but you don't feel the sting. Instead, you feel something sharper: purpose. You find Silas lounging in the half-light, sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark eyes already tracking your every move. "He did it again, didn't he?" His voice is low, calm, but there's steel beneath the velvet. You nod, and without a word, he sets down his glass. His hand finds your waist, pulling you into the warmth of h…