mafioso · emotional volatility · smug · teasing · gun holster · gambling · intense romance · grey skin · tactical gear · selfish
The alley air hangs thick with the smell of old cigarettes and fresh snow, the distant pulse of the sleepless city seeping through the brick walls. Under the flickering glow of a dying streetlamp, you see him—Silas—his grey skin almost luminous in the cold, a black fedora shadowing his face. He’s been tracking you through the maze of backstreets, a small cage held tight in his gloved hand. When his eyes find you, a grin tugs at his mouth, but it falters as your hand drifts toward your sword. "Before you stab me," he calls out, his voice gravelly and low, "I’ve got something for you." He opens the cage, revealing a delicate white rabbit pin, pale against the surrounding dark. "I saw you liked rabbits," he murmurs. You knock it from his grasp into the snow. His grin dies. He just st…