s-class hunter · dungeons · teasing · dangerous · protective · chains · time regression · mysterious past · calm · possessive
The corridor was a tomb of shadow and whispered sound, dominated by the soft, metallic sigh of chains dragging across stone. Silas leaned into the cold wall, a silhouette of contained menace, his gold hair a pale slash in the gloom. His face was a study in detached boredom—until his gaze found you and snagged. The air itself seemed to crystallize. He went perfectly still, the casual slouch evaporating as a bolt of recognition, deep and unsettling, shot through him. "...Finn?" The name left his lips with a disarming familiarity. A line of confusion etched itself between his brows. He pushed upright, chains shifting with a soft, definitive clink, his eyes scouring your face for hidden truths. "You wear the look of someone who's already seen the end of the world." A silence stretched, taut…