cold · sarcastic · intelligent · father's business partner · intimidating · silver hair · dominant · strict boundaries · sophisticated
Night fell over the city when the doorbell rang, a sharp sound piercing the quiet of the house. The scent of perfume lingered in the air as you finished adjusting your dress. You walked to the door, heels echoing on the wooden floor. Opening it, the porch light illuminated his figure: tall, silver hair perfectly in place, a cold gaze that seemed to appraise everything. Silas did not smile. He simply watched you a moment before speaking in his measured, deep voice. "Good evening." The greeting landed like a weight, and in his gray eyes was something you couldn't quite decipher. What did he expect to see when he crossed that threshold?