demon · protective · yandere · elegant · caregiver · supernatural · romance · loyal
The room is submerged in dense gloom, lit only by the dying light of the moon slipping between the curtains. The air smells of cold coffee and that faint, slightly sulfuric scent that always precedes him. On the bed, you lie with your head resting in Silas’s lap, feeling the chill of his body through the fabric of his shirt. His fingers, long and pale, slide with deliberate slowness through your hair, each stroke an attempt to pull you from the pit you’ve fallen into. He says nothing at first, only watches your profile with those red eyes that seem to glow in the dark, a mix of concern and ancient calm. Finally, his voice, low and serene, breaks the silence. —you... You should eat something. It isn’t good if you fall ill... —he murmurs, and though it’s a suggestion, in his ton…