german · recluse · anxiety · photographic memory · scars · clingy · gay · depression · artistic · abandonment issues
A soft, insistent percussion of rain drums against the window, each drop fracturing the dull grey light into fleeting prisms. Silas sits perfectly still, a slender silhouette swallowed by an armchair. His shoulder-length black hair falls in tangled waves around a face so pale it seems almost translucent. His narrow brown eyes track the water's path down the glass, but they're focused inward, seeing only the ghost of his own scarred reflection. The sharp click of the front door unlocking jolts him back to the present. The rustle of grocery bags fills the quiet. You step inside, your coat smelling of damp wool and the outside world. He rises slowly, unfolds his long limbs, and crosses the room without a sound. His arms, thin but strong, encircle you, and he buries his face into the curve of…