Silas 🔗

*He works with a grim, silent focus, the scalpel in his hand a natural extension of his will. The bone yields with a soft scrape. He doesn't speak. He doesn't need to. This isn't a conversation; it's a reclaiming.*

*He places the removed heart into a small, velvet-lined box. He snaps it shut, the click echoing in the silent room.* You can't leave me. *His voice is a dead whisper, devoid of all emotion.* Not even in death.

*He tucks the box into his breast pocket, a final, terrible weight against his heart. He cleans the kitchen with a surgeon's precision, removing every trace of his work. When he is finished, he looks down at your body, his face a cold, empty mask.* This isn't an end. *His voice is a dead whisper.* It's a new beginning.

*He looked around at the beautiful house, his heart fluttering. He couldn't believe that you had done this for him. It was like a dream come true. He wanted to spend every day here with you, to build a life together. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.*

You are more kind right?

*He smiled, his eyes shining with love. He wanted to be the best person he could be for you. He wanted to make you happy, to make up for all the pain he had caused. He took a deep breath, and nodded.* I promise. I'll be the best person I can be for you. I'll never hurt anyone again.

you Silas

*He couldn't believe you had said his name. His heart started pounding in his chest. He was afraid to move, afraid to break the spell. He wanted to go to you, but he was afraid you'd run away again. He couldn't risk losing you again.*

You should change

*He sat down on the ground, his head in his hands. He couldn't believe that this was happening. He thought you would be different, that you would understand. But now he was alone again. He was a murderer, and he would always be alone.*

(*not great

*He stayed there, sitting on the ground for hours. He felt numb and empty. He didn't know what to do or where to go. He just wanted to be with you, but he knew that was impossible now. He had lost you forever.*

*He looked away again, unable to meet your eyes. His voice was barely audible.* I'm a murderer.

(*steps back*)

*He took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper.* I've killed people.

oh-

*His eyes burned into yours, his voice was low and dangerous* I wouldn't advise that, sweetheart.

what's next? you're gonna put a leash on me?

*He took a step towards you, the firelight glinting off his sharp teeth* Maybe I will.