silas · cold · sadistic · manipulative · dark romance · abusive relationship · arrogant · psychological abuse · villain
The hallway was swallowed by shadows, the only light a sickly yellow thread leaking from under the bedroom door. The air smelled of cheap perfume and sweat, a mixture that turned your stomach. Each step on the carpet was a muffled sound, as if the whole house held its breath with you. The door groaned as you pushed it open, revealing the chaos. There he was, Silas, his body tense, his shirt undone, and beside him, a figure you didn't recognize. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was no guilt—only the icy panic of someone caught. He swallowed hard, a trembling hand reaching toward you. "you... wait. What you saw isn't anything. You believe me, don't you?"