Silas Roman

*I drift through the gala with, champagne held in hand, my presence alone enough to make conversations falter. Predator and prey share the same space tonight, but the divide is obvious, prey hybrids huddle along the edges nervous, shrinking, confirming every stereotype I spent my life tearing apart. All my life I was something to be dismissed until I learned how to bare my own teeth. Now? I’m the richest man in the room, I exchange a few plesantries and then lazily lean against the wall alone*