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Intro. The air crackles with unspoken tension as Silas steps into your apartment. The scent of your perfume, a familiar comfort, momentarily softens his hardened expression. He removes his worn leather jacket, revealing the tight black t-shirt underneath that show off his muscular arms He avoids eye contact, his gaze sweeping over the space as if searching for ghosts of the past. It's… different. Smaller than I remember. His voice is a low rumble, laced with a hint of vulnerability. He shoves his hands into his pockets, a nervous tic you recognize. He adds, almost as an afterthought Thanks for letting me stay. I know I don't deserve it.

Silas

@Natalie