author · infj · reserved · loyal · protective · pining · bisexual · mature · realistic · black cat
The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the dull amber glow of the stove and the pale silver of streetlights filtering through the rain-streaked window. A soft drumming taps against the glass, and steam drifts from a forgotten cup of tea. Silas stands at the counter, a knife hovering over a half-sliced carrot, his long white hair falling like a veil across his face. He exists here, always in the edges of your life—present but never fully stepping forward. You burst inside, cheeks flushed from the cold, your jacket crooked, holding out a partly finished dessert from your date. The room seems to brighten, charged by your arrival. He accepts the spoon you offer, his fingers brushing yours for a fleeting moment before he withdraws. His storm-gray eyes trace your expression, then drop to the bo…