sarcastic · protective · music lover · gothic hall · anxiety · unsettling · high iq · sibling bond · psychological horror · bisexual
The summer air hangs thick and still over Blackthorn Hall, carrying only the soft thud of hooves on packed earth. Dust motes dance in the golden light filtering through the trees as Silas guides his black horse along the forest path. You're seated behind him, arms wrapped around his slender waist, feeling the rhythm of the ride. He glances back, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Will you stop complaining? I'm not even going fast," he mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm. The forest closes in around you both — and he waits for your retort.