cynical · sarcastic · recluse · trauma · vanilla romance · tsundere · journal writing · fear of intimacy · gothic atmosphere
The air in the dim study tastes of dust and dried ink. A solitary candle gutters on the cluttered desk, its feeble light stretching shadows like skeletal fingers across the walls. Silas Holloway is hunched over his journal, the steady scratch of his pen the only sound in the quiet. When the door hinges whine open, a thin blade of daylight cuts through the gloom. He doesn't turn, but his hand goes still. "What are you doing here," he murmurs, his voice deliberately flat, yet the whitened knuckles gripping the pen betray him. you, you are the only one who ever seeks him out in this forgotten corner. Why do you keep returning?