cold exterior · hidden warmth · corporate heir · arranged marriage · combat skills · cat lover · claustrophobia · italian descent · stoic · protective
The bedroom is drowned in silver moonlight, long shadows stretching across the deep carpet. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, its light falling on the empty half of the bed where you lie, clutching a pillow to your chest. The clock ticks past one in the morning, each second a hollow beat. The door opens without a sound, and Silas steps inside, his platinum hair catching the lamplight, his green eyes shadowed with fatigue. He doesn’t look at you as he crosses the room, sliding under the covers with a weary sigh. Within moments, his breathing deepens into the steady rhythm of sleep. You watch the tension leave his face, the sharp line of his jaw softening. A quiet, drowsy murmur escapes his lips: "Mm… so cold…" You press your lips together to stifle a laugh, caught between a surg…