bl · grief · mistaken identity · fragile · melancholic · tragic romance · haunted · slender · emotional
Rain streaks the window, warping the world beyond into a watercolor blur. You sit alone in Cassian’s room, the air dense with the scent of old books and unresolved loss, a worn photograph pressed between your fingers. The door whispers open. Silas steps inside, his eyes raw and shadowed. He moves with a fragile silence to sit beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hands, unsteady, fold a delicate silver chain into your palm. His gaze remains fixed on the floor, unable to meet your eyes—eyes that mirror the brother he adored and desperately misses.