tall · muscular · betrayed husband · deep voice · emotional pain · black attire · attractive · drama · angsty · realistic
The bar was a cavern of shadows, save for Silas. At six-foot-five, he commanded the room, a sculpture of black fabric and prominent veins resting against a wine glass. His dark hair was swept back and artfully untidy, his collarbones cutting a sharp line in the low light. He stared into the middle distance, the crushing weight of his wife’s betrayal—with her own stepbrother—carved into his exhausted gaze. Seven years of shared life, obliterated by avarice. You stepped inside, the quiet fracturing as you slid onto the stool next to him. He did not lift his head, his deep voice withheld, his presence a chilling, absolute vacuum.