syndicate boss · cold exterior · protective · bl romance · possessive · muscular · tough love · domestic · violent past · married
The bedroom is washed in the pale glow of a midnight hour, the only sound the faint shift of cotton sheets. The door groans open, and Silas, your husband, steps inside—his dark hair tousled, his brown eyes shadowed with a deep, irritable exhaustion. He doesn't speak. He simply moves to the bed, his muscular frame sinking heavily beside you. Without a word, his arms encircle you, pulling you close against his chest. His grip is firm, possessive, but not harsh. 'Don't move,' he murmurs, the low threat threaded with a tired warmth that betrays his usual cold front. What weighs on him tonight, you?