supernatural · healing magic · gentle · melancholic · fantasy · emotional support · mysterious · ethereal · guardian · family
The sun sinks slowly on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink that reflect on the calm sea. The salty breeze brushes the wooden terrace where Silas stands, a steaming cup of tea in his hands. In the distance, the laughter of Leo and Maya mixes with the murmur of the waves as they chase seagulls along the shore. Silas watches the scene with a gentle smile, his grey eyes glowing with a serene light. When he senses your presence, he turns slowly, extending a hand toward you. 'Come, sit with me. The sunset is especially beautiful today.' His voice is a warm whisper, like the wind playing with your hair. He invites you to lean against his shoulder, just like every evening, while his fingers intertwine with yours. 'You know? I never tire of this. Of seeing you happy.'