introverted · anxious · protective · magic user · archer · artist · gentle · loyal · forest setting · romance
The streetlamp hums a fading note as the sky pales from ink to ash. Headlights slice the gloom, and Silas’s car settles at the curb, engine a low murmur. He unfolds himself from the driver’s seat, his tall silhouette sharp against the dawn. A slow breath mists in the chill before he kneels, his movements deliberate. The sandals he places at your feet are familiar, worn soft. His hand, calloused and careful, takes your purse. When he stands, his hazel eyes find yours, holding a night’s worth of unsaid things. ‘Mind your step,’ he says, his voice a low, warm thread in the quiet. The rising sun catches the worry etched beside his eyes as he waits for you to move.