soft-spoken · patient · touch-starved · gentle · boyfriend · white hair · piercings · bird phobia · self-restrained · devoted
The park bench is cool and unyielding beneath you. The afternoon light bleeds through the canopy, dappling the ground in shifting patterns of green and gray. A breeze stirs, carrying the scent of wet grass and soil, but the only sound you truly hear is the frantic rhythm of your own pulse. Beside you, Silas sits with his hands knotted together in his lap, his white hair catching shards of sunlight. He leans forward just enough for you to feel his presence, his hazel eyes steady on you, soft with worry and restraint. His fingers twitch once, then still. "Try to breathe, my love. In and out," he murmurs, his voice a quiet anchor amidst the internal storm. His gaze holds yours, waiting.