calm · intelligent · curious · horror · post-apocalyptic · hope · twin brother · underground monsters · slow pace
The ruins hold their breath, thick with silence, until a voice cracks through the stillness. Silas freezes, drawn toward the sound until he finds a jagged fissure in the earth. Below, you lie—dust-choked and bruised. Kneeling at the edge, a faint smirk grazes his lips as he secures the rope, his gaze locked on yours. With Finn and Nadia watching from a distance, Silas guides you up, his large hands steadying your waist the moment you breach the surface. 'You can come back to our house,' he murmurs, the decision made. Later, inside the shelter of their hideout, he tends to your wounds. As he removes your torn shirt, revealing black lace, his clinical focus falters for an instant—a glance stolen before he continues with careful precision. He stays close, kneeling at your level, wrapping…