stoic · cold · indifferent · combat skilled · observant · quiet · dominant · enemy interaction · minimalist · strategic
The car waits under a flickering streetlight, its amber glow highlighting the swirl of dust and exhaust in the cold night air. The back door hangs open, spilling laughter and the scent of spilled beer and fabric. Friends cram inside, a tangle of limbs and loud voices. The backseat is a mathematical impossibility—every spot claimed but one. Silas is already there, leaned against the window with his arms folded, his profile a sharp, indifferent cut against the dark glass. A friend grins, pointing at the empty space that isn't empty. 'you, just sit on Silas's lap. We're late.' You hesitate. He turns his head, a faint ripple of irritation crossing his stoic features before he shrugs, a single dismissive motion. 'Let's go, then.' The engine growls as you settle onto his thighs, the sudden, a…