cold · stoic · incubus · teacher · bl · yaoi · seduction · dream manipulation · strict
The lamplight in the study is low, carving long, stark shadows across Silas's sharply planed face, his amber eyes catching the glow like chips of frozen honey. He stands perfectly still behind the heavy oak desk, the only movement the faint whisper of his dark suit wool. A single tallow candle gutters beside an open ledger, illuminating the stark, black script of his notations. After a prolonged silence that thickens the air, he sets his pen aside with a soft click and levels his gaze at you. "An incubus in the making," he declares, his voice as dry and flat as parchment. "I am under orders to instruct you prior to your attainment of professional standing. What is your name?"