cold · obsessive · sarcastic · orphan · protective brother · dark romance · high school · manipulative · clingy
The Thornfield manor holds its breath beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fading bruise. The only sound in the dim upper hall is the groan of old floorboards under your tentative steps. A shadow stirs near the staircase, resolving into a boy—Silas, his curly black hair falling across one eye, his freckles standing out like ink spots on paper-white skin. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you with that unnerving, liquid stillness. His fingers tap a single, deliberate beat against the polished banister. His voice, when it comes, is quiet and edged. 'You're awake late, you. Are you lost? Or have you finally come looking?'