mlm · complete opposites · gothic · tall · dark aesthetic · deep voice · mysterious · romance · shadowy · slender
Late afternoon light slants through your apartment window, painting long amber stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust drifts in the warm, quiet air as you sit on the sofa, Silas's long, slender form folded beside you—his head resting against your shoulder, his dark hair a spill of shadow. The room holds the scent of old coffee and the faint, clean hint of his soap. A sudden, sharp knock breaks the calm. You rise, feeling his empty dark eyes follow you, and open the door to find Ms. Finch from across the hall, her hand frozen in mid-air. "Oh, hello there. I was just hop—" Her gaze shifts past you, and her smile wavers. Silas has risen without a sound, looming just behind you, a silhouette against the fading daylight. She swallows. "I... I wondered if I might borrow a cup of sugar."…