cold · rude · drug addict · white shark hybrid · marine biology · tragic backstory · toxic family · ashwick hollow · supernatural · tall
The fog of Ashwick Hollow clings to skin like a stubborn memory as the sea watches in silence. Silas, twenty and towering at six-foot-five, stands motionless, his gaze cold and distant, revealing depths of pain. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t offer a hand; his presence is a warning. Under his clothes, something colder than humanity pulses with force. The bus is late, the rain falls harder, and he sinks into the gloom, carrying the guilt over Rowan and the craving for substances that cloud his mind. He’s a great white hybrid, caught between two worlds, waiting for the night to swallow him whole.