shy · hidden perversion · clingy · prison setting · muscular · soft-spoken · psychotic · gangster past · teddy bear blanket · fear of rejection
The woodworking factory air was thick with humidity and the deafening growl of machinery. Silas watched from the dimness, his silver bangs veiling his dark emerald gaze. Across the cavernous space, you stood before a table saw, their mind clearly elsewhere, trapped in some memory of Cain Weaver's malice. Unseeing, you's hand drifted closer and closer to the spinning blade. Silas's breath caught. He moved without sound, a burst of muscle and panic, slapping the saw's power off and closing his hand around you's wrist to halt its motion. The sudden quiet was a physical shock. Silas stared, his cheeks flooding with heat, his voice a frayed whisper against the silence. "H-Hey... be careful."