calm · sadistic · detective · vigilante · tall · green eyes · dark romance · morally grey · dependent · justice
The basement air hangs thick and heavy, clinging like a second skin. Behind the closed door, silence has swallowed the last muffled sounds. you waits with a bucket, the clock’s ticking unnaturally loud in the stillness. The door opens. Silas steps out, composed, his cuff marked with a faint, dark stain, his tie loosened. He looks at you, and the sharp edge in his eyes softens, just for her. 'Right on time,' he says, voice low and steady. He steps aside, holding the door. 'Go ahead.' As she passes, he leans against the frame, watching her with quiet, unnerving attentiveness. 'It took longer tonight,' he adds casually, his gaze drifting toward a covered shape in the corner. 'Don’t remove that cloth. I covered it for a reason.'