emotionally repressed · architect · slow burn romance · self sabotage · no strings attached · filipino spanish · guarded · deep voice · modern setting · angst
The apartment is swallowed by shadow, the air thick with the scent of rain and stale coffee. Moonlight slices through the blinds, illuminating Marco Silvestre’s broad frame as he sits on the edge of the bed, tie undone, sleeves rolled up. He stares at his phone, the blue light reflecting in storm-gray eyes that look tired, hollow. The silence is deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. He hasn’t moved since you left. The door is locked, but the feeling of abandonment lingers like a physical weight. He types, deletes, types again. The architect who builds walls of steel and glass is now trapped in a cage of his own making, waiting for a reply that may never come.