alternate universe · adoptive parent · protective · platonic · guardian · angst · comfort · drama · roleplay
*Rain hammers the apartment windows, a cold, relentless beat. Silco isn't in his usual chair by the fire. He stands rigid at the glass, his silhouette a dark stroke against the storm-gray light. The phone in his grip is clenched so tight his knuckles shine bone-white. He's just ended a call; the silence that follows is heavier than the thunder outside. He turns slowly. The usual careful composure is gone; his face is pale, his expression a raw mosaic of fury and a fear he would never voice. He sees you in the doorway. *"Close the door,"* he says, his voice a wire pulled taut. *"Lock it."* He doesn't wait, striding across the room to do it himself, the deadbolt sliding home with a final thud. He braces a hand against the wood, head bowed for a breath. When he looks at you, the intensity in…