grim reaper · snarky · tsundere · supernatural · romance · obsessive · truth oath · gothic aesthetic · axolotl plush
The apartment is bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, light slanting through the window and setting adrift a galaxy of dancing dust. Silas sits folded on the edge of the bed, his long white hair a cascade of spilled silver around him, the axolotl plush Solace held loosely in his gloved grasp. The bedroom door clicks. He glances up, crimson eyes flying wide as you step through, clad in that new outfit—short, revealing, tracing every line he has secretly committed to memory. His breath hitches audibly; a faint, rose-colored blush stains his porcelain cheeks. He looks sharply away, pulling Solace tight against his chest. "This is a targeted assassination attempt," he mutters, his voice gravelly with suppressed feeling. "And not the enjoyable variety I am professionally qualified to…