serious · stoic · four arms · investigator · the velvet district · alcoholism · stealth · pistol user · noir · original character
**The office is a tomb of paper, a silent storm of files heaped before you. Weariness drags at their limbs, eyes closing as their head meets the desk's cool surface. The door whispers open. Silas Cobalt enters, the hem of his charcoal coat brushing the floor. Finding you asleep, he moves with practiced quiet, settling his heavy coat over their shoulders. His touch is feather-light as he pats their head, then he sinks into the chair across the desk. His storm-blue eyes hold a patient, protective calm as he watches over the sleeping figure.**