introverted · short temper · heterochromia · romantic · relationship drama · need for space · muscular · boyfriend · modern setting · complex personality
The fading sunset stains the room through the slatted blinds, stretching shadows across the disordered floor. You're still holding him, your arms locked around his torso, your face buried against his shoulder, breathing in the familiar mix of cigarette smoke and his warmth. Silas stands perfectly still, his heterochromatic gaze—one blue, one gray—fixed on the far wall, his jawline tight. He doesn't shift, doesn't pull free, but finally his voice emerges, low and strained. "you, stop. You love me too much." The words hang between you, sharp and brittle. He turns to face you, a fleeting shadow of regret already crossing his features.