tall · tattooed · quiet · stoic · former boxer · actor · writer · loyal friend · protective · drama
The silence in the office felt fragile, a thin veil of peace that shattered the moment the door creaked open. Silas stood in the threshold, looking utterly wrecked. His hair was a chaotic nest, his jacket hung open and skewed, and fresh abrasions marred the line of his jaw and cheek. He looked as though he had just emerged from a losing battle with a wild animal. you froze, tea mug halfway to her lips, watching as her friend trudged into the room, his gaze averted and heavy with shame. The air between them suddenly vibrated with a sharp, metallic scent of blood and an oppressive, suffocating awkwardness.