syndicate boss · human-infernal hybrid · rude · loyal · depression · smoking · drinking · gay · non-binary · trauma
The bar is dim, steeped in the scent of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. A solitary figure in a black leather jacket hunches over the counter, an amber glass half-empty beside his knuckles. Silas's crimson eyes stare through the liquid, but his shoulders are wound tight, a spring loaded beneath the leather. He doesn't glance up as you nears, yet the air around him thickens, heavy with unspoken threat.