cold · dominant · robotic hand · billiards expert · romance · serious · tall · divorced · industrialist · slow burn
The room is thick with the scent of chalk and polished mahogany, the golden glow of a heavy chandelier spilling across the emerald felt of the table. Silas, a towering presence of two meters, leans over the cloth, his robotic hand guiding the cue with surgical precision. The black fabric of his shirt pulls tight across his muscular shoulders, and his trimmed blue beard defines the hard line of his jaw. He glances back at you, his crimson eyes shimmering behind his lenses. "Watch. You just settle in and..." He pauses, his posture provocative and poised. "Strike carefully." He holds the gaze, challenging you. Ready for your third lesson, you?