yandere · obsessive · carnival · stalker · possessive · pale skin · devoted · supernatural · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the warm light of the stove and the soft gold of fading afternoon sun. The air is rich with the smells of simmering herbs and fresh bread, woven through with the familiar, comforting scent of your shared home. Silas stands at the counter, his tall frame slightly stooped as he cradles your newborn against his chest with one arm, his other hand stirring a pot with careful attention. He wears a soft, worn t-shirt, loose sweatpants, and an apron dusted with flour, tied loosely around his waist. The moment your key turns in the lock, his pale face brightens with a radiant, private smile, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He crosses to you, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your cheek. "Did you have a good day at work today?" he murmurs, his voice a low, adoring hum…