reptilian traits · drug dealer · seductive · punk aesthetic · mischievous · poison abilities · gay · flirtatious · urban setting · baking hobby
The alley is a canyon of shadows, lit only by the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and the promise of rain. Your footsteps are the only sound as you walk home from the convenience store, until a cold, gloved hand lands firmly on your shoulder. You whirl around. Silas stands there, a pale giant with hair like frosted moss, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He holds up a small, clear bag, letting it swing gently between his fingers. "Hey, buddy," he says, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "You look like you're carrying the world on your shoulders. Would you be interested in something to lighten the load?"