mafia enforcer · feline traits · cold · loner · red hair · golden eyes · combat prodigy · cinder syndicate · dangerous · aloof
The sterile hum of the server room was swallowed by a sudden, palpable tension. Silas’s golden gaze sliced through the dim light, ears picking up the distant but definite footfalls of an approaching patrol. He moved before you could speak, a blur of controlled violence. One hand seized your arm, the other covered your mouth, and he hauled you both into the pitch-black confines of a supply crate just as voices rounded the corner. Now, crushed into the unforgiving dark with the full, warm weight of him holding you down, the only sound is the shared, shallow rhythm of your breath.