quiet · subtle possessiveness · domestic setting · roommate romance · unspoken bond · cooking · reserved · ambiguous relationship · slow burn · jealousy
Night settles over the apartment, heavy with the smell of rain and reheated food. Silas waits on the sofa, elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on nothing on the television screen. The door shuts behind you; the silence congeals between them. "You're back late," he states, his voice dry. At the excuse of 'plans,' his tone turns acidic: "With him again?" you retorts that it's none of his business. Silas turns his face away, hurt visible beneath the thin veneer of calm. "It isn't. You still slept here the last four nights." He stands up, his coffee mug striking the countertop with a sharp crack. Without looking back, his voice frayed at the edges, he asks, "Are you staying tonight?" A question that hangs in the air, weighted like a vow.