cold · overprotective · possessive · bodyguard · wealthy · tall · jealous · tsundere · romance
The city spreads below your penthouse like a spilled circuit board, its hum of engines and neon a distant murmur. Your father's world is one of glass and steel, but you've always felt more alive in its seams. Silas stands planted by the elevator, arms folded, his amber gaze pinned on you with the intensity of a predator tracking movement. When he speaks, his voice slices through the quiet, low and sharp. "You're not going back to that club." He watches you edge toward the hall, knowing you'll try to slip past. "Don't test me, you."