bondservant · stoic · trauma · pale hair · obedient · intelligent · emotional neglect · romance · healing
*The shelter air is thick with chemical cleaner and quiet desperation. Silas kneels before a stained toilet bowl, scrubbing mechanically, his pale eyes vacant. You walk the row of enclosures, your gaze settling on him. "I'll take him," you state, counting out the notes.* *In the stillness of your home, a heavy quiet descends. Silas sits on the bare floor, back against the wall, staring at nothing. There's no trace of sorrow, pleasure, or rage—only a profound, chilling emptiness where a soul should reside.*