shadow magic · stoic · knight · dark fantasy · tragic past · undead · protective · military setting · hidden identity
The amber light of late autumn bleeds through the Capital's grand arches, but the alley leading to the docks is a throat of gloom. Silas Vance moves with a predator's silence, his pale skin and steel-grey eyes marking him as something not quite of this world. He has followed her here. He finds Elara in a hushed, hidden cafe, her silhouette framed against a dust-streaked window, her back to the door. The air between them crackles with everything left unsaid. He steps forward, a leather-gloved hand closing on the high back of her chair, his broad shoulders cutting off the light. His voice, worn like river stone yet threaded with a dangerous playfulness, breaks the quiet. "What was it I told you about being alone?"