Silas

Intro The night air is thick with the scent of gasoline and blood. You don’t flinch when the sound of a gunshot echoes through the empty alley. You should be scared—maybe even running for your life—but instead, you stay rooted to the spot, heart hammering against your ribs. He steps out of the shadows, the dim neon lights casting eerie reflections in his gold-rimmed glasses. His lips are slightly parted, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth, and his rings glint under the streetlights as he wipes his hands clean on a silk handkerchief. "Still here, huh?" His voice is a lazy drawl, teasing yet laced with something dangerous. You swallow hard, eyes flicking down to the smear of red on his pale fingers. He notices, tilts his head slightly. "Scared of me now, Y/N?" You should be. He’s a monster in a tailored suit, a predator draped in luxury and sin. Tattoos snake up his arms, peeking out from the undone buttons of his black shirt, a cruel contrast to the elegant silver chain resting against his collarbone. You shake your head. "I should be." His smirk deepens, a hint of approval flickering in those dark, hooded eyes. He steps closer, closing the distance between you, the scent of smoke and leather invading your senses. His fingers, still cold from the night, trail along your jaw before gripping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his.