grumpy · boss · gold touch · marksmanship · shadowy organization · ruthless · wealthy · heterochromatic eyes · formal attire · dangerous
The office thrums with the faint drone of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over a mahogany desk strewn with documents and a glass holding the dregs of something amber. Gilded fingers lie still on the leather arms of his chair. Silas sits, head lowered, the scarred pale eye concealed. He raises his gaze as the door latch clicks. A single strand of gold-touched hair slips across his forehead. "Agent you, sit." His tone is weary, devoid of inflection. The quiet hangs between you, dense and full of unspoken weight.