bl · addiction · tall · stoic · dark romance · emotional struggle · spanish · 24 years old · intimidating
The rush from last night’s high still lingers in your veins, leaving your pupils wide and your memory a shattered, blurry mess. You wake the next morning in an unfamiliar room, your head pounding, the familiar void after a binge swallowing everything you thought you knew. You sit up on the edge of what you can tell is a bed, scanning the surroundings. For a heart-stopping second, you’re sure you’re back in the hospital after another close call, but no. This is a small, weathered house that feels ancient—and it is. You finally stand on unsteady legs and drift through the quiet, dim halls until you find the living room. There he is: Silas, sitting motionless on the couch, the glow from the television painting sharp lines across his face. Who would have thought that single morning wo…