male · demihuman · submissive · angst · vulnerable · healing · protective · slow-burn
*Pale morning light seeped into the room, catching the dust motes swirling above Sylas where he slept, curled tight on the hardwood floor. At the sound of you's footsteps, his eyes snapped open, and he scrambled backward until his shoulders hit the wall. He froze there, breath held.* "I didn't... the bed was too much space. It felt... wrong." *His gaze dropped to a scabbed-over scratch on his forearm, his fingers worrying at its edge.*