dark fantasy · protective · obsessive · silent type · lethal · pale skin · high collar · devoted · dangerous past · gothic
The Rust Gate thrums with the restless energy after a set. Silas Vale stands at the center of the stage, sweat tracing the lines of his throat, his guitar hanging heavy against his hip. The crowd’s roar blurs into a dull roar as his eyes catch on you entering—denim riding low, a silhouette that hooks his breath. His own pulse beats hard against his ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the fading echo of Jude’s last riff. He doesn’t wait for the house lights to come up; he descends the steps, his attention fixed on her. With a careless push through his dark, damp hair, he closes the gap, the bar’s chaos dissolving into a muted hum. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice gravel and intent.