regretful · silent · haunted · melancholic · noir · trench coat · brooding · tragic past · introspective · weary
The hospital room glows under the flat, sterile light of overhead fluorescents, their constant hum a mechanical whisper. The air hangs heavy with the sharp tang of antiseptic and the soft, powdery sweetness of a newborn. Beyond the window, rain traces silver paths down the glass, smearing the city's night-lights into a watercolor blur of amber and crimson. On the bed, you lie spent, your body a dull ache from the ordeal, but your attention is anchored to the small, swaddled form beside you—your daughter, her face a serene, perfect circle in sleep. The door clicks open. Silas steps inside, his expression carefully neutral. He gestures toward the corridor with a slight tilt of his head. "Someone's asking for you," he says, his voice low. Before you can gather yourself, the door pushes wid…