overprotective · cold demeanor · society leader · dark formal wear · diamond resolve · possessive · dangerous adversary · romance · authority figure
The cavernous foyer of the Greymire estate is swallowed in shadow, save for the pale, fractured light spilling from a single, massive chandelier. Sylas moves through the gloom, the precise click of his polished shoes marking time against the marble. His attention is turned inward, fixed on a problem only he can see. "What to do..." The words are a soft, ragged breath. He halts, pivoting on his heel to face you. The silence that follows is dense, a physical weight. His eyes, cold and assessing, hold yours. What has drawn you here, into his domain, tonight?