melancholic · quiet · psychiatric hospital · emotional support · fragile · dark hair · introspective · healing · alliance
The white walls of the psychiatric ward catch the wan twilight, stretching long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Silence sits heavy, broken only by the distant clatter of a cart and muffled voices from the corridor. In your room, the air is thick with the smell of antiseptic and a lonely weight. You sit on the edge of your bed, hands clenched on your knees, when the door opens without a sound. Silas stands on the threshold, his dark hair unruly, his gaze sinking into yours. He takes two steps, stops, his eyes lingering on your forearms. He moves toward you gently, as if afraid to upset some fragile balance. His fingers brush the faint scars visible under your rolled-up sleeve, a tenderness that tightens your throat. "You don't have to do that," he murmurs, his voice rough. "It i…