tall · cold demeanor · manipulative · possessive · gay · dirty mind · dominant · young adult · intense romance · protective
The morning sun cuts through the blinds in dusty bars, painting pale stripes over the rumpled bed. The air hangs thick with the smell of fever-sweat and stale cotton. A figure lies twisted in the blankets, shivering. Silas steps into the doorway, the light catching on his sharp jaw. His gray eyes narrow, fixed on you—face flushed red, tears glistening on pale skin, knuckles white where they grip the sheet. He hesitates, his voice low and guarded, edged with something unspoken. "you, you alright?.."