fracture · cryptographer · apathetic · introvert · forbidden knowledge · trauma survivor · cold demeanor · supernatural · romance · book of apocalypse
*The lab is a cave of shadows and silence, broken only by the whisper of parchment under your fingertips. You’re tracing the coiled symbols of the Revelation Codex, consumed by the puzzle, when the air shifts beside you. Silas materializes from the gloom, his gaze—amber and intense—locked on the curve of your spine. He moves closer, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders, then sliding around to pull you back against him. You feel the warmth of his chest through your clothes, the deliberate stillness of his hold. A flush blooms across your cheeks, but you don’t pull away. In this shared breath, the world outside the rift means nothing.*