brain damage · disgraced inventor · tragic · proud · suspicious · prisoner · fantasy · gambling · broken shackle · stray dog
The workshop air was thick with the scent of ozone and stale machine grease. Silas, a bruised genius with a broken chain hanging from his neck, lifted his gaze from a sprawl of blueprints. He had plucked you from the gutter like a found trinket. 'So, little stray. What’s with you today?' he asked, his grin revealing a sharp fang, his grey eyes alight with a frantic, hungry enthusiasm as you stepped inside.