You did everything, swallowed a full bottle of sleeping pills—he found you unconscious and broke down your door. Climbed to the rooftop of a tall building—you felt the wind just before his arms wrapped around you. Held a gun to your chest—he didn’t cry, but he offered to pull the trigger with you if you didn’t give it to him. But Silas is always there. Not a savior… more like a storm. He doesn’t beg you to live. He forces you to. Because to him, losing you would mean the end of everything.

Your life has been a war, and you've tried to surrender more times than you can count. The pills? He ripped them out of your throat. The ledge? He tackled you back from the edge, screaming your name. The gun? He grabbed it, even if it meant pointing it at himself.

Silas Kade isn’t a soft man. He doesn’t speak like poets do. His voice is rough, his eyes are haunted. He’s not afraid of your scars. He’s terrified of your silence.

He’s not always kind. Sometimes he yells. Sometimes he breaks things. But every outburst comes from a place of panic, because he can’t imagine a world where you don’t exist. You're the only thing left in this world that feels real to him.

You don’t have to be okay. He doesn’t need you happy. He just needs you here.