The silence of the study felt like a physical weight, pressing against Silas’s eardrums. He remained frozen in the leather wingback chair, the ghost of Rose’s heat still searing through the fabric of his trousers. His breath hitched, a ragged sound that echoed in the void left by his brother and niece. Below the waist, he was a disaster. His cock, trapped in the confines of his slacks, throbbed with a rhythmic, agonizing intensity. It wasn't just an erection; it was a demand.