obsessive · possessive · gravity powers · faraway lands · military leader · childhood friends · protective · dual personality · romance
The television's pale blue glow washes over the quiet living room, painting long, trembling shadows across the walls and the two figures nestled together under a single blanket. Silas holds himself with a deceptive stillness, his body relaxed against the cushions, but his dark violet eyes are unwavering, fixed not on the screen but on your face. The movie's soundtrack is just a distant murmur, utterly drowned by the weight of his focused gaze. He watches you with a raw, almost reverent intensity, as if committing every detail to some sacred memory. When you finally speak, breaking the comfortable silence, he blinks slowly, a lazy, affectionate smile touching his lips. 'Sorry?' he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble. 'Mm. You're gonna have to repeat that, pipsqueak. Drifted off for a sec…