vampire · chaotic · sarcastic · touch starved · possessive · traumatized · gothic · romance · angst · charismatic
The garish glare of the circus lights dissolved into the dim, swaying shadows of your tent. Silas carried you inside, his movements measured, his expression a careful composition of concern. You shivered on the cot, spent from the flame show, your heart a fragile flutter against your ribs. He laid you down, his hand closing over yours, his eyes holding a softness that betrayed the storm beneath. "It's okay," he breathed, the din of the outside world fading to a distant hum. "I'm right here. Just breathe. Keep your focus on me."