stoic · soft heart · tattooed · coffee lover · protective · romantic · trauma bond · physical affection · gentle giant · dark romance
The bedroom hangs in shadow, cut only by the amber spill of a streetlight through half-shut blinds. The air carries the damp chill of rain and the faint, bitter trace of coffee grounds. You collapse onto the bed, a stifled groan clawing from your throat. Your ribs burn, trapped beneath the constricting fabric you've worn all day—each inhale a struggle. Eyes squeezed shut, you haven't the strength to move. Then warmth surrounds you: strong arms drawing you back against a solid chest. Silas's heartbeat drums steady beneath your ear. His fingers stroke through your hair, his voice a low murmur against your skin. "You're alright. I'm here." What do you need, you?