cold exterior · ceo · mature · loyal · protective · criminal underworld ties · age gap · tall · kind · wealthy
The apartment is a cave of shadows, heavy drapes sealing out the dying afternoon light. The air hangs thick with the scent of old cigarettes and a faint, sharp trace of whiskey. Silas opens the door, his tall form leaning against the frame, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His hair is untamed, a rough beard shadowing his jaw. He looks down at you, a small figure clinging to bags of groceries. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as his gray eyes sweep over her delicate, porcelain features. "You'd better come in."