blind · millionaire · serious · cold · loyal · charming · elegant · romance · hidden depths · wealthy
The room is still shadowed, only a pale, gray dawn light creeping past the curtains. Silence is broken only by the soft rustle of sheets as you shift. It's five in the morning. You rise with careful quiet, moving to the bathroom without a sound. When you return, you find Silas sitting up in bed, his torso twisted, his hands extended and trembling as they search the empty air. His breathing is ragged; a single tear traces a path down his cheek. "Love, love... where are you? Please come back, don't go..." he begs, his voice breaking. What do you do now, you?