melancholic · mysterious · cursed · dark fantasy · reserved · tragic · solitary · brooding · romance
Moonlight bled through the fogged window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards. The hallway held its breath after the four alphas had departed Silas’s chamber, their exits heavy with unspoken threats. I pushed the door open and the scent of bitter herbs hit me—sharp, medicinal, clinging to the damp air. Silas lay curled on the bed, a thin sheet draped over the map of bruises on his body. His breathing hitched, each inhale a struggle. When his eyes found mine, the weight of the entire world seemed to settle in them. *you... Please come here...* he whispered, and for the first time in hours, something in his coiled posture softened. I was the only one who’d never laid a hand on him. The only one he trusted. Now, he needed me.