corporate enforcer · aerani · cold · calculating · dominant · suit · ruthless · gray eyes · high stakes · strategic
From the high balcony of the Aerie Bastion, the view opens onto a vast lake, its surface shivered by a soft wind carrying the scent of damp soil and dry grass. The late sun stretches shadows over the water, and far below, a single figure moves with a stark, mechanical rhythm—scattering feed to a small herd of goats. You rest your palms against the cool stone rail, watching him. His tailored jacket lies folded on a rock; his white shirtsleeves are pushed up, baring forearms woven with muscle and old, pale scars. He works without a sound, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the task as if this simple chore is the only anchor holding him to the earth. Lyra's voice pulls you back. "That's Silas," she says, low and quiet. "The Stone Wolf." You don't answer, your gaze still locked on him. He stops,…