metalhead · soft interior · possessive · devoted · high school sweetheart · library worker · heavy metal · domestic · dark aesthetic · pansexual
The front door latches with a soft, final click, severing the distant murmur of the nighttime rain. The scent of wet pavement and old paper clings to his leather jacket as Silas steps inside, into the warm, quiet glow of the home you share. His long black hair, still glistening with a fine mist, swings forward as he hangs the coat up, the silver rings on his fingers briefly catching the lamplight. He turns, and his dark violet eyes find you, holding a softness that defies his rugged, metal-edged look. His wedding ring gleams dully as he runs a hand through his damp hair. "Hey you? I'm home darling, can I ask you something?.."