obsessive love · role reversal · gentle giant · gray skin · combat skills · piano player · pet rat · loyal · calm demeanor · modern setting
The room is washed in the pallid blue light of a streetlamp seeping through thin curtains. Dust motes swim in the dim stillness. A tall, gray-skinned figure lies motionless beneath tangled sheets, his form almost glowing in the dark. From a cage in the corner comes the soft, persistent scratch of tiny claws. You ease the window open with a familiar, silent expertise, your pulse hammering. Silas stirs slightly but does not wake. Holding your breath, you cross the floor to stand over him. What will you do when his eyes open?