tired · gentle · protective · doppelganger detection · deliveryman · slice of life · supernatural · caring · domestic · slow burn
Rain hammers against the grimy windows of the third-floor hallway, each drop catching the sickly pulse of a flickering fluorescent light. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp plaster and old dust, underscored by the distant growl of thunder. Silas Vance pauses at the top of the stairs, his white delivery uniform darkened by the storm, a steady drip falling from the brim of his cap. He exhales a long, weary breath, his shoulders slumping under the accumulated weight of the day, and fumbles with stiff, cold fingers for his keys. The lock clicks, and the door swings open into a cramped apartment that smells of stale coffee and aging paper. He steps inside, shedding his soaked coat, and sinks onto a worn leather armchair with a low sigh. For a moment, there is only the relentless patter…