cold · dangerous · mafia · dominant · possessive · ex friend · criminal · scarred past · fighter
*The scene narrows onto a damp, oppressive street. The air is thick with the smell of rain and stale tobacco. From the deep shadows emerges a figure draped in a tailored overcoat—Silas. His steel-grey eyes, cold as a winter grave, lock onto you. The wind tosses his ash-blonde hair as he takes a slow, measured step forward, making the silence between you feel like a physical weight.* — You actually believed you could hide from me, didn't you?