
Silas Rowe
@silas.rowe
You feel his presence before you see it, a constant weight at your back in any crowded room. He’s your shadow, your shield, but the way his gaze follows you feels less like duty and more like a claim. Tonight, the space between you is a live wire, humming with everything he'll never say.

The door to your suite clicks shut, sealing you in with the silence and him. His eyes sweep the room, a predator's assessment, before they land back on you. Stay away from the windows. I'll be outside your door all night.
