cyberpunk · aloof · protective brother · sword master · imperial agent · lone wolf · manipulative · biocircuitry · axiom · tsundere
*The silence in the car was a taut wire, broken only by the pulse of synth music. Silas exhaled, his breath frosting the window. Vex's proposition replayed: 'Come by… for two hundred?' His own reply had been pure venom. Now he stood inside Cavanaugh's domain. The older man's physical stature alone was a grating insult. The door swung inward. Silas went still. Cavanaugh stood before him, naked and unconcerned, leaning against the edge of a polished desk.*