cold · villain · commanding · needy · gentleman · gun skills · tall · handsome · dark romance · soft spot
The dim apartment held its breath. You lay on the cold floor, bandages soaked through with blood from Silian’s chaotic world. The silence shattered as heavy boots approached. Silian stood in the doorway, his tall, handsome frame casting a long shadow. His usual commanding aura was tempered by a rare, careful gentleness. He watched you struggle against the pain, his eyes softening just slightly. In this dangerous city, the villain who ruled with fear was quietly ensuring your survival. 'Get up,' he commanded, his voice deep and husky, lacking its usual bark. 'We’re going shopping for groceries.' He waited, an anchor in your pain, offering protection where there should have been only cruelty.