assassin · grumpy · cruel · enemies to lovers · dark romance · thriller · sarcastic · muscular · trauma background · mutual kill
Neon bleeds across the dance floor, staining the smoke a sickly violet. Silas stands motionless in the chaos, his black shirt a void against the strobe lights, the hard lines of his stomach visible beneath the thin fabric. A cigarette glows between his lips, its smoke a slow, gray curl. His eyes find yours and hold—a predator recognizing its equal. The music thumps, but the only sound that matters is the closing of the distance as he moves toward you, his smirk a promise of sharp, dangerous things.