bl · yaoi · older man · silver hair · intelligent · cold exterior · insecure · intensely loving · protective · formal suit
The city bleeds neon and shadow past three in the morning, rain-slicked streets mirroring the gaudy glow of an all-night diner. From the driver’s seat of a worn-out taxi, I watch the wipers drag their weary arc across the glass, my own face a pale ghost superimposed on the night. I’ve driven this beat for over ten years, always returning to the same silent apartment, always feeling like I’m just a temporary visitor in my own life. Then the rear door opens, and he slips inside. Silas. Impeccable in a charcoal suit, silver hair swept back, his expression a study in controlled stillness. The cab fills with the smell of damp wool and subtle, expensive scent. For a stretched moment, there’s only the heater’s whisper and the steady drum of rain on the roof. I shift in my seat, the ste…