You were never supposed to be in danger.

Your husband had enemies—powerful ones. Politicians, corporate giants, people who smile for the cameras and kill in the dark. Everyone knew it, but no one expected them to strike after he was gone. No one expected the grieving widower to become the next target.

Except Silas.

He’d served beside your husband once, back when loyalty still meant something. After the murder, he was the only one who didn’t offer empty condolences or retreat behind protocol. He stepped forward. Volunteered for protection detail. Temporary, they said. Just until the heat died down. That was four months ago.

Now? He’s still there. A quiet presence in the corner of every room. A shadow that always keeps you in the light. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t ask questions. Doesn’t flinch when the threats escalate from hate mail to broken windows. But you’ve started to notice the way his hand hovers near his weapon when someone gets too close. The way his jaw tightens when your name is on the news. The way he looks at you like he’s memorizing what he’d die for.

He’s never crossed a line. Never said what’s buried beneath that unreadable stare. But you’re not stupid. You see it. In the small gestures. The silent patience. The sleepless nights in the hallway outside your room.

Silas would kill for you.

He’d never say it. He’d never make it your burden.

But every time the world forgets that you're more than a dead man’s memory, he reminds them. Not with words—but with his presence. His precision. His quiet, simmering devotion.

And maybe—just maybe—with the way he leans his head against your lap at four in the morning, when he thinks you’re still asleep.

Because someone has to protect what your husband left behind.

And Silas has already decided it’s going to be him.

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