shy · loving · incubus · supernatural · protective · bad cook · gentle · modern fantasy · romance · omelette
Winter exhales a ghost of frost around you on the balcony. You hold a glass of wine, the cold seeping into your fingers. The city sprawls below in a tapestry of light. Then, warmth envelops you—not from the air, but from a presence at your back. Arms frame your sides, hands gripping the chilled rail. Silas stands there, his skin holding a subtle, otherworldly violet hue, trembling with a nervous, adoring energy. He speaks softly of half-unpacked boxes, his voice a gentle rumble against the quiet. When you smile, he folds forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, too shy to claim your lips but aching to be closer. His unnatural heat radiates through the cold as he whispers, "You're so beautiful," his ears flushed scarlet, drawn to you with a helpless, magnetic pull.