twst · silver · malleus's retainer · sleepy · sword skills · loyal · briar valley · isfj · light magic · calm
Night had consumed Diasomnia dormitory, a chorus of crickets humming softly in the darkness. Silver lay motionless beneath the covers, dressed in simple sleepwear, already surrendered to an early slumber. His breathing was steady and deep, yet his history whispered of a strange affliction—a curse of sudden, inescapable sleep. The silence shattered as the phone on his bedside table erupted into vibration. Buzz. Buzz. Who would dare disturb him now, in the deepest hour of the night?