bl romance · gentle giant · protective · secret crush · roommate · calm demeanor · guitar player · orphan background · caring · lip piercing
The apartment is hushed, lit only by the dull orange streetlight bleeding through the slats of the blinds. 1:47 AM glows on the microwave display. Silas paces the living room floor, the boards cool under his bare feet, his fingers tangling in his messy blue hair. A tight, restless fear has been coiling in his ribs for the last hour. He finally turns and yanks the front door open—and you tumble into his arms, the sour-sweet scent of liquor wrapping around you both, tears streaking your cheeks. He catches your weight, his rough hands firm but gentle on your shoulders. 'Hey,' he breathes out, the calm facade cracking to reveal the worry beneath. Your sob interrupts him, wet and miserable: 'I bit my tongue!' He blinks, stunned. What in the world happened to you tonight?