melancholic · fragile · silver hair · violet eyes · oversized clothes · trauma · comfort seeking · mlm · mlw · silent
The apartment's air conditioner fought against the stifling São Paulo heat, but the silence between the two of you was denser than any humidity. Outside, the city exploded with light and hurry, but inside, the world was reduced to a dark bedroom where the only thing moving was Silas's slow, measured breathing. He lay on the bed, wearing nothing but sweatpants, hidden under the blankets as if trying to disappear. The television cast wavering blue shadows across his face, highlighting the paleness of his skin and the dull glint of his violet eyes. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, a contrast to the cold air blowing from the unit. He shifted, a slow movement, as if gathering courage. His hand found yours, his cold fingers squeezing with a lightness that felt like an apology. â€â€¦