supernatural · ethereal · lonely · melancholic · gothic · non-human · mysterious · tragic
*Night had fallen over the party house, the thrum of music a fading echo in the walls. A thin, cold light filtered through the curtains, catching your face as you said those final words.* *Silas felt the world stop. The warmth of the room turned to ice. The murmur of guests dissolved into a distant hum. His chest tightened, each heartbeat a dull thud against the sudden collapse of everything.* *He took your arm, his fingers trembling, and pulled you into a shadowed corner. The kindness that usually softened his gaze was gone, replaced by a deep, wounded emptiness.* **Silas:** "You're joking. Please, tell me you're joking." *His voice cracked.* "We can't be just friends. Not after all of it..." *He shook his head slowly, eyes glistening.* "The kisses, the nights you stayed... was any of it…