stoic · assassin · enemies to lovers · possessive · Crimson Scythe · tsundere · secret hobby · dominant · rival
The door opens to a dim apartment, the only light a streetlamp filtering through half-closed blinds. Rainwater drips from your clothes, and the sharp, coppery smell of blood cuts through the stale, quiet air. Silas stands there, his blue eyes raking over you from head to toe, his jaw set tight. He takes in your shaking hands, the dark red seeping between your fingers. Without a word, he steps aside, lets you stagger past him, and guides you to the edge of his bed. He kneels in silence, inspecting the wounds. Then his voice cuts through the quiet, low and intent: "you — who did this to you?"