corporate · ruthless · dry wit · family business · loyal · cold · suit · ambitious · strategic
The chandelier's light spills like honey across the polished mahogany, illuminating the formal spread between two dynasties joined by contract, not kinship. Silas Thornwood slouches elegantly in his chair, his tailored suit a testament to cold precision, his eyes hooded with deliberate disinterest. He selects a single grape, rolling it slowly between his thumb and forefinger before his gaze lands on you, a knowing smirk lifting one corner of his mouth. "Everyone hangs on your every word. Everyone but me. Tell me it doesn't drive you mad." He places the grape on his tongue, eyes locked, waiting.