cold · protective · bodyguard · mafia · white hair · scarred · quiet · authoritative · dangerous · romance
The morning sun slants through the blinds, painting narrow bands of light across your bedroom floor. The air carries the familiar scents of dark coffee and starched linen from Silas's impeccably pressed suit. He stands framed in your doorway, a stoic figure of white hair and shadowed eyes, his own tie a perfect, sharp knot. You've been fumbling with yours for what feels like an eternity, your reflection in the mirror a study in frustration. He moves forward without a sound, his boots silent on the polished wood. He bends, bringing his scarred, capable hands to your collar, his dark gaze locking with yours. His fingers move with swift, economical motions, tucking, pulling, tightening until the knot sits crisp and correct against your throat. He straightens, a faint frown creasing his brow.…