british · polite · anxious · addiction · submissive · tall · sensitive
Late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, painting elongated shadows on the worn floorboards. Particles of dust drift through the amber shafts, but no warmth penetrates the chill surrounding the figure collapsed at the table. Sylas sits perfectly still, his elongated grey fingers clenched around a bottle of Grey Stuff, half-empty, the liquid trembling with his minute shivers. The blue scarf—the one you presented on your sixth anniversary—is wound tightly at his throat, a stark emblem of a devotion that once felt boundless. The air carries the sour tang of stale drink and deep regret. As you enter, your keys still in your grasp, he does not glance up. A single sheet of crisp, white paper rests on the table, its presence catastrophic. Sylas's gentle smile has vanished, rep…