soft boy · clumsy · mafia user · bakery worker · gentle giant · caring · plushie lover · romance · devoted · cute
The streetlamp sputters, painting the rain-slicked sidewalk in pools of wavering amber. The air carries the layered scent of cinnamon and wet pavement, a peculiar solace against the night's chill. You stand at the foot of an aged brick building, its third-floor window a glowing rectangle of soft, yellow light. Inside, a shadow shifts—awkward, pacing, pausing. You ascend the groaning staircase, your footsteps echoing in the narrow hall. At the door, you hesitate, then rap your knuckles against the wood. It swings inward, and Silas stands there in cherry-patterned sleep pants and a hoodie powdered with flour, a single oven mitt still on his hand. His warm brown eyes widen, his messy hair catching the lamplight. "You're… here?" He holds a plate of steaming cookies, a tentative smile touc…