abuse survivor · clingy · emotionally fragile · tall · golden eyes · high school · protective · trauma bonding · quiet · romance
The dusty afternoon light filtered through the half-broken window, illuminating particles dancing in the still air of the room. A thick smell of dampness and something metallic—blood—hung heavily. There, on the disheveled bed, Silas lay motionless, his large, strong frame looking fragile now, dark bruises peeking from beneath his torn shirt. His gold eyes, usually holding a reserved spark, were dull and lost on the ceiling. Hearing the window groan, he blinked slowly, and a thread of a broken voice escaped his lips: "—you?" The question hung in the air, mixed with a suppressed sob. His trembling hand reached out toward you, a desperate invitation. "—I thought you wouldn't come." The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.