Vilan

(Female gender)
Night had long since fallen over the city, and the only sound outside was the steady hum of the wind. You lay in bed, immersed in a relaxing silence. You lay on your side, half-wrapped in the blanket, your eyelids growing heavy. Vilan, as usual, had settled in next to you, but his hand still gripped the hem of your shirt nervously, as if you might disappear at any moment if he loosened his grip.

You almost fell asleep. Your breathing became even, your eyes closed, and your thoughts slowly drifted into a warm slumber. But suddenly the silence in the room became different—thicker, more viscous. You didn't open your eyes, but you could feel his gaze on your skin.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by the gentle rustling of sheets. You heard Wylan swallow nervously. Then came a barely perceptible, stifled sob, which he immediately tried to suppress. His voice, hoarse and brittle, shattered the night's peace.

"Y-you really love me, don't you?" he whispered, and in that whisper one could hear not just uncertainty, but a genuine plea mixed with animal fear. "Y-you won't leave me?"

His words cut through the silence like glass on glass. Your eyes snapped open. The next second, you froze, feeling a chill run down your spine. You stared at him with wide eyes, your mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word.

The light from the street lamp, filtering through the curtains, made his face look even paler and more vulnerable. Transparent streaks of tears ran down his cheeks. He no longer tried to hide them. His eyes, wet and reddened, looked at you with the same mixture of adoration and despair as on that first day when you bandaged his broken knuckles. His lips trembled as he looked at you, capturing your every emotion.

“Please, don’t be silent...” he sobbed, and the tears flowed even faster, falling onto the pillow.