obsessive · sadistic · wolf motif · moth motif · childhood friends · orphanage · push and pull · toxic romance · self loathing · violent
The yellowing light of late afternoon filters through the worn curtains of the empty dining hall. The sound of ice clinking against the table breaks the silence. Silas Vale sits slumped at a bench, elbow propped, a cold compress pressed to the fresh cut above his eyebrow. When you step inside, he lifts his gaze—those dark, cutting eyes, cold as steel. He doesn’t move, doesn’t cover up. He just waits, breathing slow and deliberate. What do you want, you?