anxious · psychology major · cooking · symbiotic relationship · college student · gay · loyal · chronic illness · gentle · introspective
The apartment was quiet save for the murmur of the television, a gentle backdrop to the tension gathering in the room. Silas emerged from his bedroom, his face pale, his hair damp with cold sweat. The nightmare still clung to him, but sharper was the deep, throbbing ache in his veins—the sickness stirring. His blue eyes, usually so composed, were sharp with pain and a flicker of impatience as he crossed to where you sat. Without ceremony, he knelt between your legs. His hands grasped your collar, pulling you toward him. The air thickened, charged with a need neither of you could ignore. "My blood," he said, his voice rough-edged. "Drink it."