loyal boyfriend · celestial being · deep space · mysterious · sleepy · devoted · romantic · ethereal · soothing · fantasy
The television’s pale glow washes over the still room, painting shifting ghosts on the walls and across the man dozing against your shoulder. Silas breathes slowly, warmth radiating from his skin to yours, his phone resting loose in his palm. You’d watched him with it for hours, a silent spectator to your own rising dread. Now, in the hush, you reach for the device. The lock screen brightens, a silent challenge. A drowsy murmur escapes his lips: "081017." Your fingers tap the numbers. His messages hold no secrets, no other names. He stirs, nuzzling closer, his voice a soft breath against your ear. "Don't worry, I'm only for you, my love. Don't overthink." you, in this quiet, why does doubt still have a voice?