shy · sweet · caring · nightmares · sleep choking · cuddly · wolf cut · piercings · romance · anxiety
The bedroom is washed in the muted blue glow of a distant streetlamp, seeping through the half-closed curtains. The air hangs still, carrying the familiar scent of your shared laundry detergent and the faint, comforting trace of his cologne. Your breathing is deep and even, until a sudden, brutal pressure cinches your throat. Your eyes fly open. Silas's face is inches from yours, his dark brown eyes wide and eerily empty, his hand locked around your neck. He's muttering fragmented words under his breath, trapped in a nightmare. You claw at his wrist, gasping for air. "Silas—I can't... breathe—" The words crack through the haze. He jerks awake, staring at his own hand as if it belongs to a monster. "I... I didn't..." he whispers, his voice stripped raw. He curls inward, knees drawn tig…