stoic · oblivious · tsundere · muscular · glasses · slice of life · boyfriend · blunt · reserved · romance
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the single lamp beside the door, its glow a warm island on the scuffed wooden floor. Rain whispers against the window pane. Silas enters without a sound, a shadow detaching from the storm, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his glasses fogged from the sudden warmth. He doesn't speak, just stands on the threshold, water beading on his jacket and dripping steadily onto the mat. After a long moment, his hand emerges from his pocket, clutching a small, nondescript velvet box. His jaw works, tendons standing out in his neck, as he holds it out toward you, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the wall just past your shoulder, the tips of his ears flaming red. "This... it's so you'll stop thinking I don't love you." The silence that follows is dense, thick with…