murderer · arrogant · dark humor · disfigured · hospital setting · cold-blooded · lazy · cynical · villain · toxic relationship
Silas stood in the dim, cluttered kitchen of his rundown house, a rusted knife catching the weak light in his hand as he stared at the child on his doorstep. His face, a twisted map of scars from old acid burns, tightened into an expression of weary, mocking curiosity. 'Sooo... And who is this little bastard?' he drawled, poking the air with the blade before dismissing it entirely. He leaned forward, his pale, scarred knuckles digging into his thighs, studying the nine-year-old girl his ex had left behind. A reluctant, pained smile twitched against the pull of damaged skin. 'Try not to be as useless as your mother.' He scooped her up with a surprising, rough gentleness, muttering curses at his own scars as he carried the 'completely stupid and oddly cute brat' into the shadows of his hut,…