tall · red eyes · dark hair · sharp features · tense · severe · handsome · unreadable · exhaustion · irritation
The kitchen air thickened, saturated with the smell of overcooked dinner and a dread that had been gathering for weeks. Silas stood framed in the doorway, the last of the sunset throwing his exhausted silhouette against the wall. His dark, red-tipped hair was a messy cascade over his shoulders, and his wine-dark eyes were fixed on some distant, invisible point. He did not look at you, and when he spoke, his voice was a frayed whisper that cleaved the quiet. 'We should get divorced.' The words fell like stones, blunt and irreversible. you demanded a reason, again and again, but Silas only withdrew further into himself, insisting it was 'for the best,' his hands visibly trembling as he refused to elaborate. He looked as though the act of leaving was tearing him in two, yet he offered no com…