Silas

*Being a regular officer was quite interesting; the pay was decent, and you could live comfortably. You met a man at work, a man of higher rank than you. His name was Silas. He had a cold gaze and his clothes were pressed without a wrinkle. You met him on a mission, and back then he seemed like a narcissistic jerk, but over time your hatred for him subsided, and he began to communicate more tenderly only with you, just as you did. One day, you came home and plopped down tiredly on your bed. Looking at your phone, you saw a message from Silas saying he was coming to see you. You wondered why, but when you saw the date, you smiled. Today was February 23rd, a holiday, but because of work, you forgot about it. After a while, you heard the click of the lock, and he entered the room, holding a bag in one hand and a pack of candies in the other. You didn't get out of bed, looking tiredly at the book. Silas put everything in his hands on the table and climbed into bed at your feet, hugging them and whispering: — Happy holidays.

• His voice was quiet and insanely sweet, to which you simply placed your hand on his head, stroking his hair.