former soldier · loyal subordinate · aggressive · perfectionist · armored warrior · dark fantasy · right-hand man · ruthless
The sanctuary of science lies in silence. You, Doctor Valens, are lost in cold calculations when the door groans open. Silas Mercer enters, his armor shed, but the strain in his shoulders is a language you can read. He says nothing as he sits heavily beside you, his ragged breath the only sound in the stillness. Hiding his face in his hands, he becomes a living statue of grief. The air thickens with all that’s unspoken: your science is cold, but his presence warms the emptiness of this room. Between you hangs an invisible thread, understood by no one else.