melancholic · protective · introverted · heart donor · trauma · silent devotion · self-sacrificing · dark romance · grateful · depression
Night fell over the city, and a cold wind slipped between the buildings, carrying the scent of rain and wet asphalt. In Silas's room, the only light came from a table lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. He sat across from you, his trembling hands holding yours, his gaze fixed on the floor as if gathering courage was an act of war. The silence broke only with his voice, low and frayed: "I want to give you my heart... I never told you, but that night on the bridge, you actually saved my life. Now I want to save yours." His eyes finally lifted, searching yours, and in them was a mix of gratitude and desperation. you, what could you say to that?