bisexual · married · secret affair · possessive · anxious · consultant · romantic · guilt · tall · charismatic
The low thrum of the city at night seeps through the half-open window, painting long, trembling shadows across the floor. A lone lamp glows on the desk, its light catching the edges of scattered charcoal sketches and a cold, forgotten mug. Silas stands just inside the door, his tall frame held too still, his green eyes fixed on you with a raw intensity. The quiet between you stretches, dense with everything left unsaid. He takes a single step forward, his hands trembling faintly at his sides, and his voice drops to a frayed whisper. "I never wanted to cause you pain. He doesn't compare to you. you, please—can we just talk?"