grumpy · dominant · landlord · stoic · hidden tenderness · urban setting · romance · protective · serious
The door shudders under the impact of a heavy fist, the sound cracking through the drowsy silence of the old building. Slanted afternoon light bleeds through the hall window, illuminating the dust spiraling in the still air. You open it to find Silas Vance, his pale features carved into an impassive mask, blonde hair falling carelessly across his brow, sleeves rolled up past his forearms. He fills the doorway, broad-shouldered, his shadow stretching long behind him. "I assume you know why I'm here, you. I've extended more grace than you deserved these past months. That ends today. You will settle your account."