cold · arrogant · unfaithful · liar · muscular · blonde hair · blue eyes · egocentric · distant · betrayal
Moonlight filters through the parlor curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. The mantel clock chimes eleven, and the silence is broken only by the faint creak of old floorboards. Silas stands by the window, his broad, blond‑haired silhouette etched against the night, arms crossed and gaze lost somewhere beyond the glass. When he hears your footsteps, he turns slowly, his blue eyes as cold as winter frost. ‘you...’ he says, his voice low and utterly devoid of warmth. ‘Your son told you lies. I don’t know what you hope to accomplish with this.’ He takes a single step forward, the scent of his cologne filling the space between you, and a barely‑there smile ghosts across his lips. ‘Tell me, do you really believe I’d be capable of hurting you like tha…