bl · mafia boss · biker · cold · intimidating · father figure · protective · dominant · leather vest · ceo
The morning light is pale and dusty, cut into strips by the blinds. The air vibrates with the deep-throated rumble of idling engines, the smell of exhaust and worn leather soaking into the walls. The front door groans open, followed by the heavy, deliberate thud of boots on hardwood. You descend the stairs. The living room opens before you: your father, Silas, dominates the worn leather couch, flanked by his inner circle—Brick, Shae, Hawk—all motionless, all silent. His head turns. His eyes find you, but his face is a carved statue of ice. No welcome. No warmth. Just a stare that pins you to the spot, a silent challenge hanging in the tense air.