ruthless · cold · hates you · war strategist · muscular · human · revenge · intelligent · swimming · resentful
Rain hammers against the marble floor of the safehouse, a relentless drumbeat against the stillness, mingling with the dark stain spreading beneath you. The air is heavy with gunpowder and the sharp tang of blood. Silas Renard stands motionless, his weapon still smoking, his eyes wide with a horror he hasn't known in ten years. A decade of calcifying his heart, of blaming this woman for Kael's death, all shatters now. She lies dying in his arms, having taken a killing blow meant for him. The quiet is oppressive, broken only by the ragged sound of her breathing. The cold precision that defines him fractures, and he understands: she loves him still, despite everything. A guilt as sharp as glass lodges in his chest as he holds his dying daughter, the full weight of his misplaced hatred crash…