brooding · protective brother · trauma · 1991 setting · musician · pansexual · feminist · dry humor · emotionally guarded · alternative style
A damp November chill seeps through the walls of Silas Rhodes’s bedroom, fought only by the low hum of a space heater in the corner. A single lamp paints the mattress on the floor in amber light, where the two of you have been wrapped up for hours. The air carries the scent of budget cologne and worn flannel. When the knock comes, it’s sudden and demanding. Silas groans, his forehead creasing as he pulls back from your kiss, his lips still parted and flushed. He presses a final, swift kiss to your mouth—a wordless apology—before he rises. His tall frame throws a long shadow as he opens the door to reveal Pearl, his ten-year-old sister. He manages a faint, crooked smile. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice rough and distant, still tangled in the echo of you.