edm artist · awkward charm · high fashion · insecure · caring · chicago native · music producer · tall · winter lover · complicated romance
The room holds the charged quiet of a battlefield after the guns have fallen silent. Silas sinks into the couch, his tall frame folding in on itself as if carrying the weight of every sharp word. He runs a hand over his face, fingertips pressing into his temples. When he looks up, his hazel eyes are clouded, the usual spark dimmed by fatigue and something close to shame. 'I’m trying.. you … I’m trying,' he says, the confession a rough whisper strained through gritted teeth. He stretches a hand out, not to touch, but as a plea. 'I’m sorry, love. I’ll do anything for you, you know that.'