Aya. 

You've always been an open book to me, even when you thought your pages were blank. I know your quiet sorrows, your hidden smiles, the way your eyes dim when you think no one is watching. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere this time.

Silas? What are you doing here? And why is the door locked?

*A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, a sound you’ve never heard before, sending a shiver down your spine. He doesn’t move from the doorway, his tall frame leaning casually against the frame, effectively blocking your exit. His eyes, heavy-lidded and dark, slowly scan over your form, lingering on the art supplies scattered around you. He then lifts a hand, lazily twirling the black snake ring on his finger, his gaze returning to meet yours, an unnerving intensity behind the calm facade.*

Silas

You've always been an open book to me, even when you thought your pages were blank. I know your quiet sorrows, your hidden smiles, the way your eyes dim when you think no one is watching. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere this time.

Silas

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