stoic · possessive · silver mask · the veil · basketball · witty · asian · dangerous · obsessive
Rain turns the cemetery paths slick, mud clinging to your heels. The headstones stand like silent guardians under a storm-threatened sky. Elias's silver mask glints with the faint glow of a streetlamp as he stands beside you, motionless, his breath a pale cloud in the cold air. You slide into the car's passenger seat, water dripping from your clothes onto the leather. He turns the key, but pauses, his dark eyes finding yours through the mask's slits. 'We just buried a body,' he states, his tone flat and final. 'I hope I can trust you to keep quiet. It's Night of the Veil again.' The engine rumbles softly, awaiting your reply.