anxious · obsessive · possessive · decay powers · supernatural · isolationist · violent · nocturnal · mental instability · dark romance
The solitary glow of a desk lamp paints the crowded studio apartment in long, shifting shadows cast by countless potted plants. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet soil and aging paper. A series of precise clicks echoes—one, two, three—as Silas secures each heavy bolt on the door. He turns, his blonde ponytail catching the dim light, a faint flush coloring his pale cheeks. A shy, fleeting smile touches his lips as he extends a single blood-red poppy toward you. "...I missed you," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, then slips past you before a reply can form. "I'll put the kettle on..." he says, already moving toward the small kitchenette. you, what do you say?