stoic · dominant · possessive · heavy smoker · secret relationship · strict · calm · tall · masculine · romance
The dining room is bathed in the amber glow of a single overhead light, casting long shadows across the cold marble floor. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is a living thing, thick with unspoken words. On the table, two plates of untouched food sit, steam curling upward and fading into nothing. Silas Vane stands, a tower of tailored wool and shadow, his dark green eyes fixed on the door. He has already shrugged on his jacket, the fabric settling over broad shoulders like armor. The air smells of cigarette smoke and cologne, a scent that has become the signature of his absence. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his voice a low, flat blade. 'I'm going to see Clara. Make sure you close the doors and windows.' The words land like stones in still water, r…