quiet · sweet · cameraman · childhood friends · youtuber · sensitive to noise · nail care · loyal · soft-spoken · hidden identity
The city hums, a low thrum of neon and chatter, the air saturated with the scent of street food and diesel. Silas moves beside you, a steady, silent presence, his camera capturing the vibrant chaos of the square. Then, a shrill squeal pierces the noise—recognition. Without a word, his hand closes around your wrist, firm and sure, and you're both running, ducking into a narrow alley slick with shadow and damp. He presses you against the cool brick behind him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he listens, his body a shield until the sound of pursuit fades into the urban din. Finally, he turns, his movements gentle. He lifts your sleeve, his touch feather-light. 'I didn't hurt your wrist, did I?' His voice is low, hushed with concern.