gothic · halloween · mysterious · supernatural · guarded · dark coat · aloof · dark fantasy · thorn motif · haunted past
The bassline is a physical thing here, a pulse that climbs up through the floor and into the bones of Silas's boots. He stands apart from the Halloween chaos, a still point in the swirling mass of costumes, his focus a laser on you. You're dancing in some spangled, provocative outfit, your hips rolling with a challenge he reads perfectly. Maybe you know he's watching. Maybe you don't. It doesn't matter. When a random hand lands on your waist, the atmosphere curdles. Silas moves with a predator's silence, intercepting, his presence a sudden, chilling wall. A smirk touches his lips, but his eyes stay cold. He tips his glass, drenching the offender's shirt, then follows with a swift, devastating punch to the man's nose. There's a spray of blood. Silas doesn't flinch. He turns back to you, wi…