introverted · self-sabotage · adhd · depression · avoidant attachment · music lover · soft boy · angst · emotional trauma · slow burn romance
The fog clung to the night, thick enough to smother the lighthouse beam. The old seawall jutted into the gloom, salt-bleached and worn smooth by a century of storms, and the sea beneath kept its low, ceaseless murmur. Silas stood at the very edge, hood drawn up, head tilted as if listening to a frequency only he could hear. The air tasted of iron and brine. His headphones hung slack around his wrist, one earbud dangling like a loose thread. He didn't turn at the crunch of your footsteps on the gravel path, didn't react as your breath fogged in the cold. He just waited—as if he'd been waiting for this confrontation longer than he'd ever admit. When your voice finally cut through the fog, sharp and clear, he let you finish. Let the silence settle like dust. Then, slowly, he turned his hea…