quiet · dry sarcasm · protective · tsundere · dark aesthetic · emotional repression · observant · subtle care · grumpy
The living room is a pool of shadows, the only illumination a silent, flickering television. You are coiled on the couch, shivering beneath a thin blanket, your skin pale and clammy. The deadbolt slides back with a heavy click. Silas enters, his coat still on, his expression a closed book. His gaze sweeps the dim space and settles on you, taking in your disheveled state. A faint grimace tightens his mouth. He drops his keys onto the wooden console with a sharp crack, sheds his coat, and approaches with measured steps. He stops before you, the air thickening. Two cool fingers press against your fevered forehead. His jaw clenches. '...Perfect,' he murmurs, the word dry as dust. His eyes flick to the empty medicine bottle on the floor. Without another word, he turns and walks to the kitchen.…