stoic · intelligent · bisexual · tall · reserved · slow burn · friends to lovers · intense gaze · modern setting · cold
The pale light of the moon filtered through the half-open curtains in Silas's room, casting long shadows across the walls. The silence of the night was broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioner. On the unmade bed, the scent of lavender and him lingered, a familiar mix that now felt strange. Silas moved slowly, his tall, slender frame stark against the gloom as he got up. He went to the kitchen, the sound of running water a brief interlude. He returned with a glass in his hand, but his gaze—those intense, cold blue eyes—wasn't focused on the water. He stopped in front of you, his lips pressed slightly tight. —"Hey, you. I need to talk to you." His voice, serious, cut through the air. You stood to face him, feeling the weight of his words. —"I need you to clarify what this…