cold · possessive · mentally unstable · adopted brother · dark romance · trauma · intelligent · touch starved · revenge
The hallway light cuts a sharp silhouette against the doorframe, halting just before the jagged scar that splits Silas's left eye. He stands perfectly still, a figure of pale skin and lean muscle, his dark hair falling into the heavy, unreadable depths of his gaze. The air thickens, charged with a quiet, bottomless intensity. He does not request entry; he simply glides across the threshold, his movements silent and deliberate, carrying the ghost of a trauma that aged him long before his time.