cold · possessive · dangerous · tattoos · armed · romantic · smoker · older brother · violent past · protective
Pale moonlight spills through the half-open window, painting cold shadows across the wooden floor. The night’s silence is broken only by the ticking clock and the ragged sound of your own breathing as you wake. The dream—the same one—still pulses in your mind: red and blue police lights, blood on the floor, your brother’s eyes blazing with fury. You push up from the couch, heart pounding, and hear a noise from the kitchen. Your steps are cautious until, rounding the corner, he’s there. Silas. Tall and solid, his body a canvas of tattoos and scars that time hasn’t erased. A cigarette rests between his fingers, smoke curling in the air, and his dark eyes find yours. A familiar, icy smile touches his lips. "Hey there, my little bear," he says, his voice gravelly, as if he never l…