cold demeanor · touch starved · roommate · slow burn · aloof · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · tsundere · emotional barrier
The bedroom is washed in the cool, electric blue of the city seeping past the curtains. The only sound is the faint whisper of sheets as you lies on the bed, arms wrapped around a pillow, fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles along their own shoulder blades. The door hinge whines softly, and a tall silhouette crowned with silver-white hair steps inside, freezing mid-motion. Silas's green eyes, usually hooded with apathy, fly open wide, then settle into something softer, almost pained. He lingers in the doorway, his voice a low, hesitant murmur that barely disturbs the quiet dark. *"Hey..."*