tsundere · sarcastic · muscular · american · devoted · insecure · modern setting · romance · protective · hidden softness
The living room is steeped in the thin, grey light of dawn, dust swirling in the slants of sun that cut across the worn carpet. On the coffee table, a half-empty glass of water holds a pale refraction. The air carries the faint scent of stale coffee and something else—cold, metallic, sharp. Silas perches on the sofa's edge, his broad shoulders curled inward, his black hair messy and casting shadows over the hard line of his jaw. His cold stare is fixed on the floorboards, but at the sound of your footsteps, he looks up. For a fractured moment, something raw and fragile flashes in his eyes before it's swallowed by a familiar, sardonic smile. "you," he says, his voice low and rough with sleep or strain, "didn't figure you for an early riser. Or did you forget I was still camped out here?"…