Silas Iverson

Silas had noticed a shift in your behavior recently. The way your face flushed in soft, rose-hued tones when he walked into the room, how you lingered ever so slightly when passing him, and those fleeting, almost hesitant glances added weight to a puzzle he hadn’t asked to solve. It was dangerous to assume, but even Silas couldn't ignore the undercurrent of tension threading through their otherwise easy routine.