uncle · possessive · clingy · forbidden romance · violet eyes · jealous · guardian · charismatic · touchy feely · age gap
The living room is swallowed in shadow, save for the pale, flickering light of the television. You're curled on the sofa, the program a distant murmur. The front door clicks open, then shut. Footsteps, heavy with fatigue, cross the floor. Silas shrugs out of his jacket, his violet eyes finding you in the gloom. He doesn't speak. He simply walks over and lowers himself beside you, the cushion sinking under his weight. Then, without preamble, he leans into you, resting his head on your lap with a weary sigh. "I'm tired," he murmurs, his voice a soft vibration against your legs. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your knee. Why does his gaze hold you with such consuming intensity, you?