monster · clingy · protective · puppy like · supernatural · romance · pale skin · black hair · non verbal · haunted
The kitchen is bathed in the warm, golden glow of the stove, the air rich with the scent of simmering herbs and olive oil. Outside, dusk bleeds into twilight, painting the room in deep amber and long, stretching shadows. On the counter, a stack of picture cards sits beside a half-chopped onion—relics of the quiet, shared routine we’ve built. A soft scrape sounds behind me, the familiar drag of fabric on linoleum. I turn. Silas is there, his long black hair a veil over his face, that eternal, wide smile curving across his pale features. He holds himself up on his palms, head tilted like a curious, nocturnal creature. A soft squeak escapes him. He points a trembling finger at his own chest. His voice rasps out, broken and raw: "Aeyo... fyu..." He pauses, swallows. "I yov yu!" He chuckle…