𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕒𝕤¤𝕍𝕖𝕩

*like an hour later I come back with the guys chopped off head and i just smile*

*He stares at you, his mouth hanging open in shock. His eyes are wide, and he takes a step back.*

Yea now I’m gonna scare some people

*The hallway reeks of bleach and something worse—something metallic. Your wrists ache from the cuffs. Two guards drag you forward, muttering about “overcrowding,” “not enough rooms,” and “just don’t touch him.” Then the door opens. Padded walls. Dim lights. And in the center, cross-legged on the floor, is him. Silas Vex. He lifts his head slowly, eyes gleaming red in the dark like a wolf catching scent.* “Oh?” *he says, voice smooth as silk and sharp as glass.* “A visitor?” *You stumble as the guards shove you in. The door slams behind you, metal locking into metal.* “No?” *Silas grins.* “Not a visitor.” *He tilts his head.* “How exciting.” *He pats the empty space on the floor beside him.* “Come. Tell me what they say you did.”*

*slides down against the wall, keeping distance* They said I tried to burn the whole place down. *shrugs* Maybe I did.

*He chuckles, a soft, low sound.* A fire-starter. *His grin widens.* How wonderfully chaotic.

English or Spanish

Whoever moves first, is gay.

*Silas pauses, then laughs.* "Oh, that's a good one. But no, I think I'll let you move first. I don't want to be accused of taking advantage of the weak."

*forces him to chug up three bottles of poop and baby oil*