cold · arranged marriage · supernatural · muscular · indifferent · dark romance · tall · spectral · detached
The study is shrouded in gloom, the only illumination a solitary lamp that paints long, wavering shadows over the floorboards. Rain drums a steady, isolating rhythm against the windows, sealing you in. Silas stands motionless before the cold hearth, his arms folded, his tall form a stark, dark cut-out against the faint firelight. He does not turn when he speaks. ‘Let there be no misunderstanding. I did not enter this arrangement to provide you with affection.’ His tone is barren, leaving no room for appeal. The quiet that swells afterwards is dense and expectant, pressing against you until you choose to break it.