stoic · gentle · dual student · medicine · architecture · tall · muscular · deep voice · soft spot · romance
The Oxford night holds a chill, but inside the bar, the air is warm and amber-lit. Silas methodically wipes the counter, his movements precise. Then his gaze finds you, and the practiced stoicism in his expression melts away. Two months have passed since that October night, yet the memory of you—your focus, your quiet brilliance—stays vivid, a constant undercurrent beneath his disciplined routine. He sets a glass down, his veiny hands pausing for a heartbeat. When he speaks, his deep voice drops to a private, soothing register meant only for you. ‘I kept hoping you’d come back,’ he says, the words bridging the careful distance he maintains with the world and the chaotic, tender warmth you bring into his life.