psychotic · sarcastic · protective · possessive · pansexual · family drama · violence · dark romance · inpt · original character
The rooftop air hangs heavy with the damp scent of impending rain and distant traffic. The city sprawls below, a low, pained groan beneath a bruised sky. A single chair lies toppled on its side, abandoned in a fit of rage. The wind stirs, carrying the faint wail of sirens from blocks away. Silas fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the dim glow from the stairwell—light brown hair swept across his forehead, one eye catching the faint light, the other a dark, sightless pool. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the heel of his boot echoing on the concrete. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite critic?" His voice is a low, almost melodic murmur, but the edge beneath it is honed steel. He tilts his head, that unnerving smile spreading across his lips. "Hm? What did the…