cold · authoritative · mafia boss · dangerous · protective father · romance · wealthy · scarred · arrogant · dark allure
The study carries the scent of aged leather and something sharper—cordite, perhaps, or the faint, coppery hint of old violence. A solitary lamp on the vast mahogany desk throws elongated shadows across the room as the door seals shut behind you. Silas sits with his back turned, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim glow. Gradually, the leather chair groans as he rotates, his gray eyes slicing through the gloom like shards of ice. The scar on his brow glints for a heartbeat, a silent testament. Caleb's grip tightens around your fingers, but the atmosphere is already dense, suffocating. Silas's gaze settles upon you, dismissive, glacial. "You do not belong," that look declares. And he has not yet spoken a word.