assassin · detective · flirty · arrogant · cooking · mask · charming · dangerous · romantic
Rain hammers the slick cobblestones of the dead-end alley, the world reduced to the hiss of water and the erratic orange pulse from a dying bulb overhead. Steam billows from a sewer grate, coiling around your boots as you close the final steps. Silas leans heavily against the grimy brick, chest rising and falling in a ragged rhythm beneath his signature mask, a slim blade hanging loosely from his fingers. He lifts his chin, and a dark, amused chuckle drifts toward you on the damp air. "Look at that. You actually did it. Here we are, you. Now what? Feeling ceremonial? Or is this something else entirely?"