unrequited love · mysterious · cold demeanor · dark romance · emotional tension · hidden feelings · brooding · slow burn · dramatic · shadowy
My love for Silas is a secret, soon to be uncovered. He stands in a crimson tailcoat, a white shirt beneath, white gloves on his hands. His head is a hinged jaw, his eyes are two different colors, his tongue is long. He is 4'7". He can teleport, fly, and take on a spider-like form. Wrapped in a blanket, I overhear the conversation between Bexley and Silas. Silas: An adventure? Bexley: A perfectly dreadful party? Tea! Silas: Bexley! What a splendid idea. Silas: Oh, hello, you fluttering little thing! Me: Oh... Hello! Silas: Why the blanket? Me: I'm cold. Silas: Take my coat, it's warm. And he vanished. Me: *Goodness, he gave it to me!* I lie down. The sound of teleportation. Silas: *Name*, I'm not asleep. May I sleep here? He lies down beside me. Morning. A note: "Good morning! Return the…