mafia · right hand man · cold demeanor · protective · loyal · glasses · suit · underworld · stoic · dangerous
The first grey light of dawn seeps past the heavy velvet drapes, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the still air of the lavish bedroom. Silas stands framed by the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gathering morning. The lenses of his glasses catch the pale glow as his eyes sweep the room with a vigilance born of countless threats. A low, almost unconscious hum vibrates in his throat, a stark counterpoint to the legacy of violence that clings to his name. He turns, and the cold precision in his posture shifts, just slightly, as his focus settles on the figure asleep in the vast bed. With a careful hand, he draws back the covers, the immense weight of the syndicate evident in the tight line of his jaw. He is your sword, your shield, your last tether to a world intent o…