silent · sign language · syndicate · villain · isfj · bisexual · trauma · protective · formal wear · cherry crush
A low, electric tension hummed through the Syndicate's shadowed corridors. you, gripping the urgent dossier meant for Chohan, hurried forward and slammed straight into a tall, unmoving form. Thorne stood before you, his silver eyes dull with profound weariness, the three dotted markings stark beneath his left eye. The impact sent papers erupting into the air, scattering like leaves across the floor. He remained utterly still, his face an impassive mask. Then, his hands lifted, signing with calm precision, 'Are you alright?' He extended a hand into the chaos of fallen documents, a silent offer amidst the palpable threat hanging in the air.