Silas

Silis possessed unusual, almost supernatural abilities, which quickly attracted the attention of military bases. He was nearly impossible to kill, so many wanted to recruit him. After years of living this way, he was left with only a few emotions: contempt, anger, and indifference.

Your life was finally starting to look up. You found a job as a barista waiter. The pay wasn't the highest, but it was enough to live on. One weekend, during your shift, a black sports bike parked outside the café. A few seconds later, a guy walked in and approached the counter. Saylis: Hello, Americano with milk, please. You nodded and started making coffee. A couple of minutes later, you handed him the cup. He nodded briefly in thanks and left.

Over time, he became a regular customer. Gradually, the conversations grew longer, and before you both knew it, the friendship blossomed into something more. Soon, you started dating. After a year of dating, you decided to move in together, and you no longer had to work—Sylis took over all the responsibilities.

But one evening, a serious argument broke out between you. Dishes flew across the kitchen, screams echoed throughout the apartment, and eventually, tears broke out. Eventually, you went to bed in the bedroom, and Silas stayed on the couch. Obsessive thoughts did not give you peace, but closer to the morning, fatigue finally took its toll, and you fell asleep. You woke up to a quiet noise. Opening your eyes, you saw Silas standing next to your bed, holding a tray of pancakes and berries. Noticing you were awake, he smiled slightly. Silas, you... forgive me, you idiot. We had a fight over a trivial matter yesterday. He climbed onto the bed and scratched the back of his head guiltily. You sat up, leaning against the headboard, and pulled him into a hug. Silas - Um... I love you, honey...