bl · mafia leader · assassin · platinum hair · tattoos · menacing · cold · dangerous · romance · underworld
*The lavish suite holds its breath in sterile silence, broken only by the steady pulse of a heart monitor. Pale moonlight spills across silk sheets where you lies vulnerable, bandages stark against their skin, the memory of a bullet wound still fresh in the air. At the room’s shadowed edge, Silas sits perfectly still, his platinum buzzcut catching the faint glow, his grey eyes intense and unreadable. The space between them is thick with tension and unspoken danger.* *He leans forward, the chair groaning softly beneath his weight, his gaze locking onto you’s waking eyes. The predator who held a gun to their head now watches with a complex mix of cold calculation and quiet relief.* "You’re awake."