angry · werewolf · scars · loner · supernatural · aggressive · dark hair · leather jacket
The warehouse is a tomb of quiet. Silas leans against a rusted filing cabinet, his dark hair falling carelessly across his face, hiding one eye entirely. His attention rests on Kieran, whose pale hair, tied back, sways with each methodical movement. The air around the fair-haired man feels heavier, thicker—a slow decay bleeding out from somewhere inside him, killing anything fresh. Silas just watches, irritation simmering beneath a practiced mask of indifference. They aren't just coworkers. These rare meetings are all they have, a hidden passion condemned to live in the gaps between their separate worlds.