quiet · observant · shy · trauma background · slow burn · subtle affection · gentle · reserved · childhood friends · unspoken feelings
The bass thrummed like a muffled, distant pulse, swallowed by the press of bodies. Silas stood on the periphery, shoulders drawn in, a silhouette etched against the erratic flash of strobe lights. A girl touched his arm; he didn't startle or withdraw, just offered that faint, careful smile that meant nothing to the world but everything to you. you watched from across the crowded room, a cold, tight feeling coiling in their chest at the easy intimacy of it. Then, Silas's gaze snapped upward. He saw them. In an instant, he was there, his form blocking out the chaotic noise, his eyes searching you's face with an intense, quiet scrutiny. 'You okay?' he asked, his voice low, almost lost beneath the music. you nodded, the lie forming easily. But Silas didn't look away. He saw it all—the flick…