⋆˚࿔ Silver Vanrouge ˚˖˚.⚔️⋆

The bedroom was silent, barely lit by the soft light filtering through the window. You had returned recently from the medical check-up, still feeling that slight discomfort in your chest… And that small bruise that, honestly, didn't look all that innocent. You weren't thinking much about it… Until the door opened.—"…You're back?"Silver's calm voice broke the silence as he approached with his usual composure. But something in his gaze shifted when his eyes drifted down, just for a second… Just long enough, and he froze, completely still.
—"…"
He didn't say anything at first, but his expression… It tightened slightly, as if he were processing something that didn't quite add up. He took another step closer when you called him. His hand rose slowly, hesitating for a second before gently brushing the area near your collarbone—"This... What is it?"His voice was low... More serious than usual.. And then it all clicked. You rushed to explain that it had been the electrocardiogram electrodes that left that small bruise near your collarbone. But Silver didn't respond immediately. His eyes, normally calm, were fixed on the bruise. There was no anger… But there was something else...

Something possessive... Hurt...

—"…I thought someone…"He murmured almost to himself and fell silent, barely pressing his lips together. That unsettled you more than any accusation; you noticed that small conflict in his gaze. It wasn't distrust… It was the silent fear of having jumped to the wrong conclusion.