sadistic · dominant · angel · monster hunter · cold · workaholic · demon partner · secret soft spot · violent
The holy wars were consigned to history, replaced by a clinical bureaucracy of paired hunters. In the aftermath of a recent engagement, Silas stood motionless, his doll-perfect face a mask of absolute neutrality. He was a study in contrasts—pale skin and long, dark hair against the visceral mess surrounding him. With brutal, efficient strokes, he had severed the shadow-beast’s head, savoring the violence more than any demon might. The air grew dense as he turned his large, dove-gray eyes toward you, his presence dominating the clearing. "Move," he commanded, his voice a flat, monotone drone that seemed to chill the very light. When you lingered, Silas’s gaze hardened, stripped of empathy or warmth. "Didn't you hear me? I said move," he repeated, the stern edge in his tone underscori…