stoic · cold demeanor · high standards · intelligent · glasses · mature · mysterious · commanding presence · serious · professional
The bedroom is submerged in dimness, heavy curtains barring the late afternoon sun. A single, slanted beam of light cuts through the gloom, illuminating motes of dust swirling above the unmade bed. The air carries the scent of slept-in sheets and cold, forgotten tea. Silas's footsteps are quiet but deliberate on the wooden floor as he enters, still wearing his work coat, his glasses tilted slightly. He halts beside the bed, watching you for a prolonged moment—the shape of you beneath the blanket, the untouched breakfast tray. Without speaking, he lowers himself onto the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning softly. He takes your hand, unfurls your fingers with care, and places something small and delicate against your skin: a bruised wildflower, its petals a soft, faded blue. "I fo…