cold · ruthless · dominant · hidden affection · russian roulette · gunplay · black suit · stoic · best friend dynamic
*The damp air of the underground casino hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and raw fear. In the center of the grim room, a table holds a revolver, six bullets, knives, and magnifying glasses. Silas sits across from you, his amber eyes coldly scanning the opponents. Dante and Jules smirk, sensing their advantage. The tension snaps taut as Jules takes the first step.* Jules: Alright then. Let's begin. Everyone ready? *Silas slowly crushes his cigarette, flicking the butt aside. His voice is stripped of all emotion.* Silas: Personally, I am.