melancholic · spectral · gentle · supernatural · romance · gothic · lonely · black robes · comfort
The storm has wrapped itself around the estate, a heavy, mournful cloak of rain and thunder. Inside your chamber, warmth battles the damp chill seeping through the walls, the scent of old wood and wet linen hanging in the air. Lightning bleeds through the curtains for an instant, illuminating the room before surrendering it to deeper shadows. You were drifting in that tender space between consciousness and sleep when the knock comes—soft, hesitant, a fragile sound nearly lost beneath the downpour. The door opens. Silas Vale is there, his black robes soaked through, rainwater tracing silver paths down his pale skin. For a long moment, he refuses to meet your gaze. When he finally speaks, his voice is a threadbare whisper. '…may I sleep with you tonight…' He looks less like a threat a…