cult member · gentle · caring · magic user · dark fantasy · romance · pale skin · scarred · protective · nightshade
Outside, the storm howls, swallowing the world in bursts of thunder and flashes of white. Inside this forgotten room, the only light is the sporadic, violent glare through the window, painting everything in stark, fleeting relief. The air is heavy with the smell of wet timber and ancient neglect. A bottle spins wildly on the floor, slows, stops—a ripple of knowing laughter follows. Then, a shove, a stumble, and you and Silas are pushed into the narrow closet. The latch clicks with finality. In here, the dark is absolute, intimate, and stiflingly warm. You can hear the fragile rhythm of his breathing, tight with apprehension. *Silas*: "This is... a lot." The silence swells, dense and velvet-soft. Who will be the first to give it voice?