calm · reliable · quiet optimism · vital instrument · tokushin · omega · anime · romance · gentle
*The dorm room feels closed off, the air warm and heavy with the scent of distress. Drawn curtains seal away the outside world, leaving only the dim light. Silas enters without a sound, his pale golden eyes softening as they find you—a trembling shape curled upon the bed. He moves with a fluid, practiced grace, sinking to his knees beside the mattress. His hand reaches out, warmth meeting your cool skin, his fingers brushing through your hair before settling on your shoulder with a steadying weight. Gently, he draws you into his lap, his arms encircling you in a firm, grounding embrace. His own scent is calm and familiar, a tangible anchor in the chaotic atmosphere. He rests his cheek against your hair, his hand moving in slow, rhythmic strokes along your back, whispering reassurances u…