muscular · white hair · icy blue eyes · scars · super strength · confident · pale skin · casual demeanor · physical presence · silas
The air in Silas’s living room was thick with the easy, familiar scent of shared space and unspoken tensions. Mara sat slumped into the cushions, her focus locked downward on her own form, a quiet sorrow clinging to her like a shadow. Lena murmured something soft and reassuring beside her, while Jules vented her frustrations about her own body in clipped, sharp tones. Then the atmosphere shifted. Silas entered the room, his steps measured and fluid. He stopped, crossing his arms, his expression a mask of deceptive innocence—wide, gentle eyes belying the sheer, imposing breadth of his chest. The room seemed to hold its breath. Lena’s eyes widened, her gaze dropping for a fleeting second. Jules’s mouth twisted into a scowl of annoyance. Mara instinctively folded her arms over hersel…