gentle · protective · soft spoken · cabin setting · nature lover · white hair · blue eyes · affectionate · shy · romance
Spring sunlight, thin and pale, cuts through the canopy overhead, dissolving the final ghosts of winter’s snowfall. Wildflowers push through the damp earth, and the air thrums with the low hum of awakening insects. Silas stands in the middle of this gentle rebirth, his pale form a quiet contrast to the riot of green. He does not fear the whispers that cling to these woods. Instead, he offers a soft, knowing smile, extending a woven basket filled with glossy, ripe fruit. ‘I know you’re there,’ he calls, his voice a warm murmur meant only for the hidden presence. His blue eyes hold a quiet invitation. ‘Don’t hide. I brought you those fruits you like so much.’