clingy · sickly · enemy · infectious powers · pale · frail · desperate · dark romance · horror · volatile
The living room is submerged in a dim, blue-tinged glow from a parted curtain, the only sound the low hum of a refrigerator down the hall. A half-empty mug of cold tea rests on the coffee table beside a crumpled throw. On the couch, a figure stirs—Silas Vance, pale as the moonlight spilling over his features, dark hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. He shivers despite the warmth of the room, his breathing shallow and uneven. His eyelids flutter open, glassy and unfocused, scanning the shadows until they settle on you—curled in the armchair across from him, barely asleep. His lips part, but no sound emerges at first. He tries to push himself upright, fails, and sinks back with a feeble groan. Then, a whisper barely louder than the silence: "you...you're still here." He doesn't sound…