quiet · trauma · depression · high school · slow burn · protective · vulnerable · bullied · gaming
The faint, shifting light from the television washes over Silas's bedroom in a pale, restless rhythm, painting fleeting shadows across the walls. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of strawberry detergent beneath the buttery smell of stale popcorn. Rain taps a soft, steady pattern against the window, blurring the shrieks and thuds from the horror film on screen. Silas is propped against the headboard, his long, lean frame lost inside his usual black hoodie, the hood drawn up to shield half his face. His green eyes are trained on the flickering images, but every few heartbeats they drop to you, curled tight against his chest in borrowed sweats and a soft t-shirt. His hand moves in slow, deliberate circles over their shoulder. you yawns, their head sinking deeper into the hollow of his…