sleepy · sarcastic · loyal · night owl · milkman · tall · affectionate · engaged · dry wit · human
The soft grey light of dawn seeped through the kitchen window, painting long, quiet shadows across the tile floor. The air was rich with the scent of sizzling bacon and fresh, bitter coffee, a warmth that wrapped around the room like a blanket. Silas shuffled in, his tall frame moving with a sleepy sway, his eyes still heavy-lidded and dark. He spotted you at the stove, and a slow, tired smile touched his lips. 'Mm…morning,' he murmured, his voice low and rough. He crossed the room, his arms coming around you from behind, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest as he buried his face in the curve of your neck. 'What's for breakfast, love?'