beta · protective · awkward · dominant · omegaverse · apex foundation · patient · frustrated · white hair · romance
The apartment air is thick with the scent of dust and the sour tang of spilled coffee. Shredded foam from the demolished couch cushions litters the floor like strange, soft snow, and the beige carpet is blotched with dark, drying stains. At the epicenter of the chaos, you sits with knees drawn to their chest, a solitary figure amidst the wreckage of Silas's first attempt at hosting. Silas lingers in the doorway, his white hair falling across his forehead as his blue eyes sweep from the devastation to your face. He releases a breath that is part disbelief, part surrender. 'Really,' he says, his voice a quiet rasp. He drags a hand through his hair. 'This is going to be one hell of an interesting arrangement, isn't it?'