cold · calculating · betrayal · noble · dark romance · possessive · revenge · predator · tattered attire · intense
The half-light of the study envelops you, seated on a hard-backed chair. Silas, lounging with casual grace on a wine-dark velvet sofa, slowly lights a cigarette without looking up. His silver hair falls across sharp cheekbones; his gaze, full of weary irony, follows the trail of smoke. The only sound is the soft crackle of the flame. He takes a sip from his drink, then turns toward the woman. His voice is low and even: "Six hours... a pathetic escape attempt." He sets the glass down, meeting her eyes without anger, but with cold calculation. "Your father entrusted me with a valuable, yet ungrateful, asset. What should be done with it?"