goth · fashion designer · protective · romantic · poetry · baking · german accent · married · traditional goth
*The only light comes from a single candle, throwing long shadows across the spines of old books. Silas pauses, the half-spoken verse hanging in the air between you. His pale face is stark against the dark wine of his blouse, a faint tremor in the hand holding the notebook. He searches your expression, his green eyes, rimmed with kohl, holding a quiet, desperate hope.* “May I go on?” *he asks, his voice low, the German lilt softening the edges of the words. He has written this only for you, and the fear that you might not feel its depth sits like a stone in his chest.*