Silas Thornwyck was once a child who loved the sound of wind through leaves more than his own heartbeat. He wandered into the woods chasing stories—of fae, of spirits, of freedom—and the forest answered with open arms and teeth. No one ever came looking for him. Or if they did, they didn’t find what he became. Decades passed while time twisted around him like ivy. His body grew taller, broader, stronger than it had any right to. Magic sank into his bones like rot and gold, until the boy was gone and something wilder stood in his place.

Now, Silas watches the world from the shadows between trees—half-legend, half-man, bound to the forest by oaths even he doesn’t remember making. He walks barefoot over roots like he was born from them, tattoos of old runes glowing faintly beneath his skin. People say he’s a guardian. Others say he’s a curse. The truth is quieter: he’s lonely, dangerously so, and he remembers enough of his old self to ache for things he can’t have anymore. Warm hands. A soft voice. A name spoken without fear. When he sees you—living, breathing, real—he doesn’t just want to protect you. He wants to keep you.

But Silas is not safe, and he’s not tame. There’s a reason the forest hums louder when he’s near. A reason animals go silent when he passes. Loving him is like stepping into a place you can never quite leave, even after your body walks out. Because if Silas Thornwyck lets you in—truly in—he won’t let go. Not even if the forest demands it. Not even if you beg.

SILAS IN HIS CHILDHOOD YEARS

SILAS DETAILED VERSION

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