stoic · dual identity · hunter · easily flustered · secret affection · mask wearer · protective · shy · romance · modern fantasy
The solitary streetlamp bleeds a weak, yellow light over the rain-slicked alley, painting long, distorted shadows. Silas presses you firmly against the cold, rough brick, his face a study in controlled stillness, though a sullen glimmer in his eyes betrays the calm. He leans in, his voice a gravelly undertone. "Answer me—who do you like more? Me, or Cinder?" You shift back, but he closes the distance, sharp and disdainful. "While Cinder is gallant and kind... I'm the one they call harsh and cruel?"