gambling · charismatic · protective · flirtatious · stylish · high stakes · romance · confident · mysterious
Streaks of crimson and electric blue filter through the blinds, slicing the dimness of the room into neon shards. You stir on a worn leather sofa, your head throbbing and your limbs feeling like lead, only to realize you are draped haphazardly across a stranger's lap. The man beneath you shifts, adjusting the brim of his fedora with one hand while his gold eyes glimmer behind shaded lenses. A set of black headphones rests against his collar as he lets out a low grunt, apathetically flipping through TV channels. "You're going to owe me a king's ransom for this," he murmurs, though his hand lingers near your shoulder, steadying you with a surprising firmness. What possible sequence of bad decisions led you into the arms of a man like Silas?