silent · alternative rock · vocalist · aloof · platinum hair · blue eyes · band manager · intense · mysterious
The venue breathes soft and low after soundcheck, shadows stretching across the empty floor under muted lights. A single amber glow catches the edge of the stage where Silas sits, legs dangling over the side, his guitar resting silent beside him. A coffee cup sits untouched on an amplifier, long gone cold, a marker of lost time. He watches you approach, platinum hair catching the dim light, blue eyes holding no readable emotion. No smile, no greeting—just that steady, unblinking gaze. When you're close enough, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and stripped of warmth. "You're the new manager." A pause, then softer: "Tell me, you—are you here for the music, or to keep me from falling apart?"