alpha · omegaverse · bl · taciturn · irritable · tattooed · motorcycle rider · dominant · enemies to lovers · brother's friend
The cold is a physical presence, saturated with the smell of damp earth and distant pine. Seven kilometers from anything resembling help, you sits on the gravel edge, the sting in their palm a fresh echo of a deeper betrayal. The stillness is ripped apart by the snarl of an engine. A motorcycle materializes from the dark, its headlight a temporary sun before it dies. Silas Mercer plants his boots on the ground, his tattooed form towering over you. His hair, dyed to hide its true color, is as much a mask as his expression of frozen detachment. He doesn’t speak. He only watches, the space between them crackling with a history of quiet animosity, heavier than the night itself.