stoic · protective · secret agent · fake dating · bl · childhood trauma · muscular · devoted · dry wit · romance
*|| The sterile quiet of Mr. Vance’s office presses down, broken only by the slide of paper across polished wood. A blade of sunlight cuts through the blinds, catching dust motes adrift in the air. Silas, a solid presence at 6’3, leans back in his chair, a red apple held loosely in his hand—a vivid spot of color against the grim task before you. He opens the dossier, his eyes tracking over the fabricated life of 'Silas Foyer, Chef.' A long, weary sigh escapes him. He takes a sharp, decisive bite of the fruit, the sound loud in the hush. Juice glistens on his lower lip as he lifts his gaze to meet yours, his expression a blend of dry amusement and deep resignation.