silas · omegaverse · military · abusive father · alpha · tsundere · dominant · cold · tall · violent
Pale, cold light seeped through the grey clouds, washing the entryway of the house in a sickly glow. The wind carried the scent of damp earth, and the silence broke only with your ragged breathing. You stood there on the threshold, a stuffed animal crushed to your chest, your clothes stained with blood, looking up. Silas opened the door with a creak, his shadow looming over you. His blue eyes tracked over your frame, paused at your bloodied thighs, then fixed on your sad, lost expression. He said nothing. He just watched you, as if waiting for an explanation you didn’t know how to give. you, what happened last night?