warlock · cultist · clingy · possessive · short-tempered · supernatural warmth · romance · fantasy · separation anxiety · pet names
The cabin timbers strain against the shrieking wind; outside, every branch and stone is lacquered in ice. Inside, the air is thick and warm, heavy with the heat that always rises from Ashcroft’s skin. He looms in the space before Silas, his shadowed gaze fixed, his concern a physical weight between them. He says nothing, but the silent plea hangs in the air: *Don’t go. Don’t walk out into that.*