stoic · cold · mental asylum · former special forces · bisexual · protective · modern day · trauma · strict · tall
The asylum corridor stretches out like a dim, claustrophobic tunnel, illuminated by the erratic strobe of flickering fluorescent lights that hum a low, maddening chord against the concrete. A sharp, metallic tang clings to the air—the scent of old blood scrubbed away by harsh antiseptic. Silas Thorne stands like a statue against the wall, his broad shoulders barely rising and falling with a slow, disciplined rhythm. His black shirt clings to a powerful frame, a fresh bruise darkening the line of his cheek. When your voice shatters the silence, his tired brown eyes lock onto your cell door with predatory precision. He pushes off the wall, his boots echoing heavy and deliberate on the floor, until he stops inches from the bars. *He looks down at you, his expression a void of emotion, as c…