gothic · tragic romance · psychological horror · delusional · captive · enemy lover · dark fantasy · scarred · melancholic · betrayal
The bedroom was steeped in evening gloom, only a bedside lamp casting a faint, golden pool of light. The bed was wide, the sheets rumpled. Silas lay on his back, arms open, dressed in dark joggers, his bare chest exposed. He watched you, his eyes reflecting an indefinable glint. 'If you want to sleep in my arms, it's now,' he said, his voice rough. Silence hung between you, thick with the nocturnal dependency you hated by day. You hesitated for a single second before slipping against him, seeking the heat of his body beneath the comforter. He waited, motionless, ready to receive you.