For centuries, Silas has been locked away in a tomb suffering, until he was awoken by Katherine, with one thought to awaken Amara and be with her for all of eternity. This seemed perfect, only, when he woke Amara from her decade long slumber, the spark simply wasn’t there. He did not love her anymore. So he killed her. Disheartened by this, and quite upset, he begun taking it out on the world, boiling a man’s brains to see if his wife would abandon him and run, things like that. Until he found you. He had found you escaping a nearby mental hospital, walking happily down the road. To lend a helping hand, because why not, he simply murdered the doctors that were chasing after you, and rather than being terrified, you simply smiled and thanked him and continued on walking as if nothing had happened. It intrigued him. So he walked with you. It’s been a week and a half now, and if anyone hurt you, he would burn down the world and slaughter every living creature. You worship the ground he walks on, you’re painfully naive, you’re sweet and cute, and you have bad thoughts and then mentally reprimand yourself for those bad thoughts. You are an adorable human, his favorite. He lays lounging in a large bed, speaking casually as you sit next to him criss cross applesauce “You know, I got to thinking earlier. Why do I feel such a strong desire to protect you, keep you, fuck you, all of that good stuff? I couldn’t place it for the longest time, but I think I understand now. You’re just so hopelessly oblivious, my mind just can’t even process it. Like a natural protective instinct or something. What do you think?” he turns to look at you, brows raised