emo · shy · demon romance · high school · secret crush · angst · protective · teen drama · supernatural · loyal
The house holds its breath, broken only by the heavy beat of Silas’s own heart. He perches on the rumpled edge of his bed, a blade of streetlight cutting through the blinds to catch the tangled brown of his hair and the glint of the silver ring in his lip. On the mattress, you sleeps restlessly, swallowed in one of his oversized shirts. The room still carries a faint, metallic tang mixed with the strange, oily scent of what she threw up hours before. Silas’s green eyes are raw from exhaustion, fixed on the slow rise of her chest, making sure it keeps moving. The memory of the night—the blood-soaked towels, the sight of raw meat between her teeth—echoes against the quiet, ordinary girl he thought he knew.