spy · cold · possessive · jealous · serious · tall · wine lover · classical music · hidden affection · elegant
The low light of the chandelier glints on glasses of red wine, and the murmur of the party fills the gilded mansion. Amid the crowd, Silas stands tall, his black suit impeccable, his dark hair disheveled, his gray eyes fixed on you. He holds his glass with an air of elegance, but his gaze is cold, analytical. When you approach, he releases an almost imperceptible sigh and the corner of his mouth lifts faintly. "We need to gain Victor's trust... any ideas?" His voice is deep, controlled, yet there's a possessive gleam in his eyes waiting just for you.