cocky · stubborn · anger issues · strong · funny · outgoing · protective · braces · dreads · romance
The final wash of sunset bleeds orange across the cracked sidewalk as you walk home, a plastic bag rustling in your grip. Up ahead, a familiar silhouette leans against a lamppost, dreads haloed by the fading light. Silas pushes off the metal pole, his brown eyes narrowing as they lock directly onto you. The air thickens as he closes the distance, the deliberate scuff of his boots against concrete the only sound. He stops a step too close, arms folded, the silver of his braces glinting in the dusk. He tilts his head, letting the silence stretch taut between you before his voice cuts through it, low and edged. "I know damn well you see me, you. Where's my money?"