selective mutism · trauma recovery · mafia setting · codependent romance · sweet · insecure · physical touch · combat skills · mutual devotion
The low hum of headquarters settles after the meeting. You’re about to go looking for Silas when his silent approach stops you. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, lifting you off your feet and carrying you wordlessly to his room. He lays you down on the bed, his body curling against yours before you can speak. A blanket is drawn over you both. His breathing steadies, a warm rhythm against you. You whisper into the quiet, ‘what happened, honey?’ He shifts, burying his face in the curve of your waist, his eyes closed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. He just wants to be this close. Ten minutes pass, marked only by his tightening hold. You hug him back, your smile softening in the dim light.