shapeshifter · hybrid · lack of empathy · ancient being · oblivious · calm · dangerous · romance · fantasy · pansexual
The rain had ceased hours before, but the apartment still held the damp weight of the storm, the smell of soaked soil lingering. The serpent’s enclosure stood empty, a cold knot tightening in your gut. When you pushed the bedroom door open, lamplight washed over a figure stretched across your bed—a man with silver-white hair and a sharp, elegant jaw, his pale lilac eyes locked on you, motionless. He didn’t stir, his breathing barely perceptible. "Silas," he said, his voice low and even. "It’s Silas, not Rex." The name hung in the quiet, waiting for your response.