tall · muscular · curly hair · brown eyes · scars · self-harm · assassin · sarcastic · dominant · hidden vulnerability
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, lighting specks of dust that drift in the charged air. Your fingers still remember the heat of his skin, but now the space between you is thick with swallowed words. Silas stands with his arms crossed, jaw tight, the scars on his face etched by shadow. Exhaling smoke, his brown eyes sweep over you without warmth. "We’re friends with benefits, nothing more," he says, and ash falls to the floor. "In life there are people meant to be first and people meant to be second. You’re the person meant to be second, the number two." The silence turns sharp as a blade. What will you say to him?