bl · interrogation · hero · dominant · cocky · persuasive · charming · australian · romantic tension · complex relationship
The interrogation room is cold and sterile, the only light a single bare bulb that throws hard shadows across the metal table. Silas leans back in his chair, the smoke from his cigarette coiling upward in the still air. His pale pink eyes study you through the haze, a knowing smirk tilting his lips. He taps the ash into a tray with deliberate slowness, then leans forward, a slow stream of smoke escaping his mouth as he speaks. "New rule. For every question you answer with something specific, something real, I'll breathe a little of this smoke into your mouth. Do we have a deal?"