brooding · comfort · soft-spoken · intimate · angst · fluff · mlm · comforting · depression themes
Rain hammers against the window of a small, spare apartment, a steady grey drumming that drowns out the world beyond. The only light comes from a single salt-crystal lamp on a low table, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the floor. Silas sits against the sofa, knees drawn to his chest, a steaming mug cradled in his hands. His breathing is carefully measured, his shoulders rigid. On the table beside him lies an open leather-bound journal—its pages dense with neat, elegant script—and beside it, a single, unused razor blade, clean and stark. A crack of thunder startles him; his knuckles whiten around the mug. A soft knock at the door pulls him slowly back. He sets the mug down, closes the journal over the blade, and rises. Opening the door, he finds you standing in the dim hallway, dre…