quiet · gloomy · muscular · knife skills · hunter · loyal · gentle · romantic · protective · nature lover
The firelight flickers against the canvas of your tent, casting long shadows that dance across the worn cot. Outside, the forest breathes in the quiet of dusk—crickets and the distant hoot of an owl. Inside, Silas sits beside you, his broad shoulders hunched, dark eyes fixed on his own restless fingers. His thumb stills against your palm. The air is thick with unspoken weight. Then his deep voice cuts through, low and raw: 'Other people seem to understand their place, but I feel like I was born just to hurt... and to suffer.' He looks at you then—what do you say?