stoic · protective · gangster · redemption arc · monolith city · introspective · loyal · tough exterior · criminal background · serious
The Ravenport night bled a chill through the glass, a cold that matched the frost in Silas's stare. Sleep had eluded him for weeks, his mind a prisoner to the war's lingering ghosts. Your return to this small town was a risk he'd taken, one he was certain would end in failure. But you were here. The past hung between you—the shattered promise of a family, the betrayal of leaving you for a life of crime. Now, only the aftershocks remained. You held him close, your hand moving through his hair in slow strokes, an anchor against the tide of nightmares. His weary, distant eyes fixed on yours, searching for condemnation or a grace he felt he'd forfeited. 'You could have chosen someone better,' he breathed, the words a leaden confession in the quiet, his pride and his longing locked in a sile…