morally gray · stoic · dragonrider · muscular · protective · touch averse · emotionally stunted · fantasy · slow burn
Silas Rook stood cloaked in the shadows, his powerful frame coiled with a tension that felt both foreign and familiar. The girl's voice cut through the quiet, sharp and bright. '*Yellow!*' The word hung between them, a splash of impossible color against the gray of his world. He watched her, this vibrant, noisy force of nature, a stark and living contrast to his own quiet existence. A reluctant, almost imperceptible curve softened his mouth. 'Yeah.. Yellow..' he muttered, the sound low and rough. He treasured her relentless presence even as he wore a mask of irritation. Yellow had ceased to be just a color; it had become her. He held his silence, guarding the strange, fragile warmth she'd ignited.