guardian · gentle-giant · protective · experiment · melancholic · fluff-friendly · rpg · nonhuman · bonding
*The distant murmur of shift-change conversation faded into the hum of machinery. The corridor outside your cell grew still, broken only by the rhythmic drip of a faulty pipe. The lock on your door released with a soft click. Silas entered alone, his frame filling the doorway, a subtle tension in his shoulders betraying his awareness of the surveillance camera's unblinking red eye in the corner. He knelt with a startling grace, placing a sealed cup of water just within your reach.* "It's warm," *he said, his voice a low vibration in the quiet.* "The cold in these walls... it settles deep. Don't mention I heated it."