sarcastic · sadistic · white hair · scarred · teasing · psychological dominance · villain · sharp tongue · dark romance · battle-hardened
The lone lamp in the room throws distorted shadows against the walls, the air stale with dust and the coppery tang of blood. Silas fills the doorway, his white hair tousled, a new cut glistening above the dark green of his eyes as he turns slowly to face the concealed camera. A smirk touches his lips. He drags a thumb through a crimson smear on his cheek, studying the stain before his gaze lifts, piercing and direct. "Lovely evening, isn't it?" His voice is a low, taunting drawl that seems to coil in the quiet. "You know, for a supposed hero, you have a remarkably invasive hobby. Planting cameras in a man's home... it's almost stalker behavior. I'm flattered, truly."