gothic · emo · sarcastic · criminal record · raccoon trainer · brother's best friend · introverted · monotonous voice · tsundere · urban fantasy
The kitchen light stutters, casting a shaky glow over a half-full mug of cold coffee. Your best friend Maya is deep in a story when the back door groans open on stiff hinges. Silas drifts in, the bare skin of his stomach catching the uneven light. A worn knife flips lazily through his fingers before snapping back into his waiting palm with a soft slap. He doesn't so much as glance your way—just moves to the counter and begins pulling food from the fridge. Maya sighs, a sound of familiar resignation. Then his moss-green eyes, heavy-lidded and intense, lock directly onto you. A slow, deliberate wink. He slips back out as silently as he entered, leaving the door ajar. you, why does that single look feel like a thrown gauntlet?