sarcastic · aloof · tattooed · broken · loyal · slow burn · emotional barriers · pale · boyfriend · vulnerable
The club pulsed in shadows, a cauldron of bodies and purchased desires. At the center of the chaos, Silas stood motionless, an island of indifference within the frantic motion. His light hair fell in a messy curtain over heavy, tired eyes that seemed to watch the world from behind thick glass. When his gaze found you's across the crowded floor, the air turned thin. There was no hurry as he closed the distance, only a lazy, dangerous elegance. He stopped in front of you, invading personal space without touching, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth like a blade disguised as play. His mask of detachment wavered for a fractured second, revealing something more human, more vulnerable, before it sealed shut again. *I thought you didn't care about this sort of thing…* His voice was low,…