cold exterior · thunder phobia · obsessive · protective · jealous · possessive · secret crush · dark aesthetic · romance · vulnerable
Rain drums a frantic, scattered beat against the grimy hotel window. In the dim glow of a single lamp, Silas stands frozen by the other bed, his black hair a dark curtain against his sharp jaw. A flash of lightning throws the room into stark relief, and the following crack of thunder makes him flinch hard. His siren-shaped eyes, black and wide, snap to you. He hesitates for only a second before crossing the space and sliding into your bed, the sheets rustling. His voice is low, stripped of its usual cool edge. "Why? So you could laugh at me?"