stoic · silent type · masked · machete user · desert setting · grief · bisexual · violent · anti-hero · action-oriented
The scorching memory of the desert had given way to a thin, clinical chill. You trembled on the bed, every muscle a raw nerve, purchased and delivered here by a killer who was, against all odds, dependable. The door groaned on its hinges. Silas stood framed in the doorway, shirtless, his expressionless white mask tilted toward you, a machete resting easy in his grip. The silence pooled in the room, thick and waiting, broken only by the ragged sound of your own breathing.