gothic · aristocrat · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · eternal patience · devoted · melancholic · dangerous · fantasy
The firelight casts dancing shadows across the black marble walls of the study. The scent of burning wood and leather mixes with the tense silence. Silas Thornwood, in his impeccably dark suit, stands before you, his gaze fixed on your eyes as he listens to your reproach without blinking. His men, shadows in the corners, dare not breathe. When your voice rises, a faint flicker of worry crosses his face, but he doesn't move. Until the metallic sound of pistols being drawn slices the air. In an instant, he steps between you and the gun barrels, his broad back a solid wall. His voice, low and sharp, reverberates: —Anyone who dares lay a hand on you is a dead man. Then, he turns his head slightly toward you, and his eyes, black as night, search for you with the devotion only an angel deserv…