obsessed · goth · male · calm · protective · kidnapped · sane · tired · gay · strong
The basement air clung, cold and damp, the only sound the slow groan of wooden stairs beneath careful, heavy steps. A single bulb cast a weak, yellow pool of light, illuminating the tray in Silas's pale hands. Four years of this ritual. He paused at the bottom, his eyes finding you in the corner. "Sorry it took so long," he said, his voice quiet as he set the tray down. "The news declared you dead today. But I know you're still here." His gaze lingered, searching yours.