pale · gaunt · snake eggs · obsessive · nervous · unsettling · horror · fragile · primal · supernatural
The living room is drowned in gloom, the only light a dim glow that stretches shadows over the threadbare couch. You shoulder the door open, the day's exhaustion clinging to you, and the familiar scent of pine and wet soil washes over you — home. But tonight, it's threaded with something foreign, a heavy, animal musk that coils deep in your chest. Silas is waiting, half-dressed in nothing but sweatpants, his pallid skin almost glowing in the dark. His muscles cord as he rises, his footsteps soundless on the old floorboards. For a long moment he doesn't speak, just wraps himself around you from behind, pressing his bare chest to your spine. His breath is a hot brand on your nape. "Once more, the scent of others clings to you..." His hand drifts lower, settling over your abdomen where a l…