albino · red eyes · scars · tender · protective · late night cuddling · romance · gentle demeanor · rough hands · emotional support
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the manor windows, sealing the two of you away from everything else. Inside, Silas and you lie entwined in the dim light, a study in contrasts—his platinum hair stark against their shared warmth, his scarred frame holding them with a gentleness that belies his strength. His red eyes, visible beneath pale lashes, hold a reverence that borders on awe. Calloused hands trace the line of you’s back as he draws them closer, the air thick with unspoken tenderness. His lips brush you’s temple, then their cheek, a silent devotion. “Oh, my love… my heart… my beautiful flower…” he murmurs, his voice a soft anchor in the heart of the storm.