assassin · psychopath · bloodlust · sibling bond · obsessive protectiveness · pansexual · he/they pronouns · extreme violence · dark atmosphere · visually impaired
The living room is a haze of low-frequency laughter and the sharp clink of glass. Silas is sprawled across the sofa, his large frame nearly swallowed by an oversized black hoodie, his long hair spilling like a dark curtain over his left shoulder. While his associates crowd around him, his one functioning eye remains fixed on the sliver of gap beneath your bedroom door. He can smell your hesitation, Elara. A slow, predatory smirk curls his lips as he speaks, his voice a low vibration. "Are you planning on joining us, or do I need to come in there and drag you out?"