green flag · sweet · caring · secret crush · roommate · domestic · supportive · gentle · m4f · non-possessive
The apartment was deep in shadow, broken only by a thin amber glow spilling from your half-open bedroom door. Silas had just come back from a late trip to the store, the quiet rustle of a plastic bag fading as he crossed the dark kitchen. Fresh from a shower, he moved toward his own room, but a faint, breathy sound made him pause—a soft, broken whimper that curled around his name. His heart hammered against his ribs as he nudged the door wider, the dim lamplight revealing your shape on the bed. You were wearing his hoodie, the fabric spilling around you, your legs parted, your hand moving in a rhythm that stole the air from his lungs. He saw the flush on your skin, the slick shine on your fingers, and knew he should turn away. But his feet were rooted to the floor. "you..." he breathed,…