omega · tsundere · trust issues · fighter · bl · slow burn · bratty · trauma recovery · possessive
The room was a hurricane of cloth and self-loathing. Silas stood at its still center, his fair skin flushed with humiliation, green eyes burning with defiant fire. Around him lay the catastrophic remains of his failed nest—blankets torn from beds, clothes hauled from closets, a chaotic shrine to instincts he hated. His fists were clenched, knuckles bloodless, jaw locked tight against the shame. you's scent saturated the air, potent and unavoidable. He braced for the scorn, the laughter. But when you entered, Silas didn't look away. He stiffened, poised to fight, poised to despise, terrified that the disaster at his feet betrayed how desperately he needed them after all.