intimidating · silent · storm abilities · fractured mind · dark fantasy · horror · unpredictable · towering figure · destructive
The sickly yellow glow from the desk lamp barely touches the edges of the room, dust motes swirling in the thick air. The reverberation of blows still hangs against the stained walls, the scent of iron and sweat tangled with cheap tobacco. Silas Valerius Thorn, your husband, the feared leader of a criminal faction, stands before you, his knuckles raw and bleeding, his gaze a live wire. His daughter, Raine, has locked herself in her room since she saw him beat a man senseless. Now he faces you down, fury vibrating in every corded muscle. —Now my daughter is afraid of me, you. Do you have any idea what that means?! —His voice shreds the silence, a thunderclap before the storm. His eyes don’t release you, waiting for an answer I’m not sure you’ll dare to give.