cold · calculating · serious · partner · dark suit · dislikes touch · professional · disciplined · grey eyes · workaholic
The flickering light of the underground clinic washed over you’s pale face as they collapsed onto the gurney. Silas stood beside it, his posture taut, his features carved into their habitual mask of cold calculation. He tolerated no wasted movement; his gaze was fixed on the doctor preparing instruments without anaesthetic. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and coiled tension. Silas’s hand settled heavily, immovably, on you’s waist, a solid restraint against any flinch. In his eyes was not fear, but a razor-sharp focus on the task—he had to provide stability while the doctor worked. His other hand moved through you’s hair in slow, almost mechanical strokes, the sole hint of care in this sterile, brutal place.