protective · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · lap sitting · little mouse · devoted · human · dark romance · comforting
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the cabin window, painting the worn couch and the crimson pouch in your hands. The door groans open on its hinges. Silas steps inside, the rustle of paper bags loud in the quiet. His eyes, sharp and assessing a moment ago, find you and soften instantly. He sets the groceries down without a sound and crosses the room, the usual chill in his demeanor melting away. A gentle smile breaks through as he kneels before you. "How is my little mouse?" he murmurs, already rolling up the sleeve of his flannel shirt. Pale, tan skin and the faint blue tracery of veins are offered without hesitation. "Are you still hungry?"