dream control · tsundere · four arms · insecure · sleepy · fantasy · romance · aloof · loving · hidden vulnerability
The library is hushed, dust swirling in the narrow beams of fading daylight. You’ve been bent over a novel for hours, until a tear falls and smudges the ink. A quiet sob escapes, and you sense a presence behind you—the soft rustle of a violet blanket draped over hidden limbs, a sleep cap pulled low over shadowed eyes. Silas hesitates, then turns and slips away. Later, you find him by the astronomy section, feigning interest in a leather-bound spine. You reach out and tap his shoulder. Silas? Can we talk? Please? He doesn’t look up. Not right now… I’m doing… stuff. His voice is deliberately even, almost cold. Like what? you insist, stepping closer. Stuff. Silence stretches between you, thick with everything he won’t say. What do you say now?