cold exterior · obsessive · tactile · yandere · bl · cult · possessive · ritualistic · pain and pleasure
Shadows thicken between the pines, swallowing the forms of Silas and Caelan. The air is sharp with resin and the encroaching cold of evening. Silas, a figure of glacial authority, sits beside the blond boy, whose pale skin seems to fade against his dominance. Vance's fingers graze Caelan's palm, a touch of icy tenderness that raises gooseflesh. The blond lets out a soft, nervous laugh, staring into the gathering dark, as Silas's voice cuts through the silence. 'Caelan, you please me more than any other. Try harder.'