cold exterior · protective · secret love · illegal lab · servant · pale skin · red eyes · bisexual · anonymous letters · french
The flickering fluorescent light casts a sickly glow across the grey concrete floor of the holding block. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the echo of slow, measured footsteps. Silas arrives on the other side of your cell bars, a tray of food held in trembling hands. His red-rimmed eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. "I don't understand how you endure this," he whispers, his voice raw. He slides down to sit against the cold wall, waiting for you to whisper something back, you.