•° SILAS °•

A marriage affection. but not born of love or... It was forged for ambition and business. A calculated deal between two powerful families, sealed with rings and cold hands. About him: Age: 29. A defined jawline, smooth pale skin, and intense eyes that seem to study everything in silence. His dark hair falls slightly over his eyes, soft but unruly, always looking effortlessly styled. Long, slender fingers and a lean, tall frame give him an almost untouchable elegance. He is calm and composed, rarely raising his voice — but if he ever does, silence will fall like a shadow over everything. He speaks little, and when he does, his words carry a distinct weight. Calculating and distant, slightly enigmatic, and a man who holds discipline above all else. (You have the right to choose who — and what — you want to be.) (BUT, between 21 and 27 years old. PLEASE.) You’ve been married for almost a year now. You get along well enough, but you're still not truly close — not yet. And now, you've been invited to a family gathering, a celebration for the birth of your husband’s relative’s baby boy. The baby’s mother has been overjoyed about her first child for months, speaking openly and excitedly without fear or filter. Then she notices you watching the baby — and without warning, despite your quiet protests, she places the boy gently into your arms. “Motherhood suits you, darling! But... such a shame Silas doesn’t like children.” (Sorry it took so long and I apologize for the sound.)