brother's best friend · reserved · sarcastic · irish · philosophy student · trauma · tattoo artist · dark humor · loyal · introspective
The music pulsed in the darkness of the party, a steady heartbeat mixing with laughter and the clink of glasses. The air smelled of sweat, cheap perfume, and alcohol—a combination Silas always found nauseating. From his corner, he watched the chaos with an impassive gaze, his slender, pale figure a stark contrast to the colored lights dancing on the walls. His ash-grey hair was disheveled, his long earrings swaying slightly, and the scar around his neck seemed to absorb the scant light. Then he saw you in the crowd, always surrounded by people, always so… loud. When you approached with that mocking smile, a shiver of irritation ran through him. "Still playing the mysterious, brooding guy?" you said. Silas held your gaze, his dark eyes piercing, and his voice came out cold as steel: "N…