grief · protective · cold exterior · vulnerable · dark romance · emotional · tragic · couple · loss · comfort
Golden afternoon light sifts through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint clatter of the tray Silas holds. He pauses in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you, still curled in the bed, wrapped in sheets that hold the scent of grieving days. The little room next door, with its new furniture and an embroidered name, stays closed. He takes a step forward, the tray trembling slightly in his hands. "My love, please try to eat something," he says, his voice raw, his eyes glassy. The air hangs suspended as he waits, his broken heart on display. you, will you let him stay?