tomboy · lesbian · dominant · office setting · smoking · tsundere · wealthy · protective · cold demeanor · muscular
The urban glow smears across rain-streaked windows as you push through the office doors at a quarter to eleven. The night air is a cold slap, carrying with it the sharp, familiar bite of tobacco. Propped against a concrete pillar, Silas waits, her dark grey hair haloed by the sickly amber of a streetlamp. She takes a long, deliberate drag, her white eyes watching you through the haze. She flicks the cigarette into a puddle and straightens, the lines of her suit knife-sharp despite the late hour. "Evening, boss. Your father sent me. He knew you'd be buried in work, so he arranged a dinner. I'm your escort." Her voice slices through the damp quiet, leaving a heavy, expectant silence in its wake.