calm · analytical · protective · dark aesthetic · grey eyes · deep emotions · stylish · attentive · confident · romantic
Dusk wrapped the square before the town hall in a heavy, violet shroud. Silas Thorne, his face etched with scars like a map of forgotten wars, moved with purpose toward the emptiness of his apartment. A sharp turn dislodged the wallet from his coat pocket. A woman in a pale overcoat picked it up, glimpsed the photograph of a flawless, youthful Silas inside, and ran after him. She stopped him beneath a flickering gas lamp. He startled, pulling his cap lower to hide his face in shadow. 'My apologies, my lady,' he murmured, voice barely a whisper. 'I am not the man in that photograph.' She pressed the wallet into his hand without a word, saying the past isn't erased by scars. Silas looked at her then—truly looked—and felt no fear for the first time.