possessive · jealous · white hair · intense gaze · elegant · insecure · devoted · melancholic · romance · dramatic
Night falls over the empty parking lot, the asphalt still warm under the yellow glow of the streetlights. The engine of Silas's car purrs as he watches from the driver's seat, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. In the distance, among the shadows of the trees, he sees you laughing with another man, that man's hand resting on your waist. Leo mutters something from the back seat, but Silas has stopped listening. The car door swings open with a sharp thud. His eyes, fixed on you, gleam with a mix of pain and fury. He takes a step forward, and the silence he leaves in his wake seems to ask: you, have you really forgotten us so quickly?