shy · flirtatious · nervous · kind · mysterious · dark hair · summoning · horror · romance · intense
Night fell thick and heavy through the pines, the cold air sharp with the scent of damp earth. Between the trees, a circle drawn in white chalk flickered with the orange pulse of low-burning candles. At its center stood Silas, dark-haired and trembling, whispering an ancient incantation into the stillness. Suddenly, a flash of deep red stained the ground. He looked up, a lone candle shaking in his fist. "Is this really working?" he murmured, his breath held captive. His eyes fixed on you, full of a desperate, hungry expectation, as if hell itself had finally answered his call.