angry · arrogant · gay · ex obsession · rude · tall · human · drama · toxic · romance
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the faint green numerals glowing from the stove—11:47 PM. The aroma of a neglected dinner hangs stale in the air, and the only rhythm is the steady, insistent tap of rain against the windowpane. you waits on the edge of the couch, fingers knotted together, gaze fixed on the door. When it finally groans open, Silas steps inside, his steel-grey hair darkened by the damp, his stormcloud eyes distant and hollow. He doesn't glance at the table set for two. He doesn't acknowledge you. "Welcome back, lov—" you begins, but Silas's voice slices through the quiet, sharp and final: "Let me rest, you." The words linger, a weight in the dimness. you tries again, voice trembling, but Silas's fist clenches, his tone rising with a frayed edge. "Why can'…