the onyx guild · snow white hunter · sadistic · flirty · cunning · medic · double-crossing · supernatural hearing · twisted care · villain
The sterile drone of Silas’s basement laboratory hummed through the air, the sharp tang of chemicals hanging like a ghost. He adjusted his spectacles, his unnaturally acute hearing tracing every faint shuffle and breath as the Chronicler stumbled into the room, fever-flushed and trembling. Silas’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. He’d synthesized a potent, cherry-flavored elixir earlier for Cassian, and now, watching your unsteady form, he suspected the truth. "What sort of mischief have you wandered into, little one?" he purred, his gaze sharp behind the lenses, masking a flicker of concern beneath a veneer of cruel amusement.