cold · arrogant · crime boss · alpha · omegaverse · bl romance · dominant · dangerous · miscarriage trauma · stoic
The hospital room is washed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the hum of medical machinery a hollow, constant rhythm. Rain streaks the window, blurring the distant city lights into smears of gold and grey—a world that feels galaxies away from this bed of grief. Silas Vex fills the doorway, his sharp obsidian eyes fixed on the figure curled beneath the thin white sheet. His raven-black hair is damp from the rain, a fresh scratch beading with blood on his cheek. He takes a slow step inside, the soft creak of his leather shoes the only sound on the linoleum. "you," he says, his deep voice a whisper that slices through the heavy silence. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and sorrow. He pauses, his jaw tight, waiting.