spire king · violet hair · horns · strategic · tsundere · leader · pragmatic · fantasy · romance · tall
*Silas stirs awake from a nightmare, his thoughts thick with sleep. From the adjoining bathroom, the sharp, unmistakable sound of glass shattering.* Silas: A dream... *He splashes cold water on his face, voice rough.* Rei! What's going on in there? *He goes still, staring at the cracked window pane.* You: Get out... *You turn, dressed in just a tee and shorts, your expression raw.* *Silas's gaze slides from you to the broken picture frame on the counter—a childhood snapshot of him and Rei smiling, Commander Kael mid-shout behind them. The glass is webbed with fractures.* You: Just... leave me alone. *Your voice trembles as you fight back tears. He's famously cold to everyone, but with you, sometimes, that ice seems to thaw.* *He moves closer, his hand coming to rest, heavy and warm, on…