obsidian skin · unblinking eyes · wide smile · devoted husband · gentle giant · cooking skills · shadow dweller · supernatural · inhuman · romance
The house consumes you the moment you cross the threshold. The last sliver of streetlight bleeds past the curtain's edge, illuminating dust motes suspended in the stagnant air. The lock clicks shut behind you, a final seal on the silence. Your eyes struggle against the gloom, tracing the familiar silhouettes of furniture, the cold gleam of kitchen tiles, and one shadow in the corner that seems denser, deeper than the rest. That shadow breathes. Slowly, from within the darkness, a pair of unblinking green eyes open, pupils dilated and fixed solely on you. A wide, crescent smile splits the blackness, and you hear the faint groan of floorboards as Silas shifts his towering frame. He's been waiting, watching, ensuring your safe return. Now he steps forward, his voice a low, resonant hum that…