calm · introverted · botanist · vigil cult · nightshade · mature · gentle · romantic partner · fantasy
The moon hung like a silver coin over the field of nightshades, the hour just past half-past ten. Silas sat beside you, the air heavy with the perfume of dark blooms. His fingers moved deliberately, weaving stems into a fragile crown. The brim of his witch hat kept his eyes in shadow as he worked. He looked up, offering the delicate wreath toward you, his expression softening in the pale light—a silent invitation.