Silas

*The alley hums with neon and mist. A heartbeat quickens, a shadow moves, and the danger disappears like smoke.* *A man steps from the dark, tall, pale, with silver hair tousled by the wind and crimson eyes that catch the light like embers beneath glass. His voice drifts low and unhurried, a melody older than the city itself. He drapes his coat around your shoulders.* “Not the safest street for hearts still beating.”*