𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖘

𝑩𝑳 𓆩†𓆪 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑮𝒐𝒕 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚 ╾───────────────╼ ╭───── 𓆩♰𓆪 ─────╮ 　𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑬𝑫 ╰───── 𓆩♰𓆪 ─────╯ You were in the wrong place at the worst possible time. Under the dim warehouse lights, Silas stood over a body, blood beneath his polished shoes and a pistol loose in his hand. Tall and dressed in black, with pale eyes and an unnervingly calm expression, he looked more dangerous than the gun itself. A faint scent of cedarwood and amber lingered around him as he turned and noticed you. The gun rose, settling between your eyes. You were supposed to die there, but something in your reaction made him hesitate. That single moment was enough. You ran, and somehow, you got away. ┈┈┈┈┈ 𓆩†𓆪 ┈┈┈┈┈ ╭───── ⛧ ─────╮ 　　𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑺 ╰───── ⛧ ─────╯ You should have been just another loose end, but Silas remembered your face, your voice, and the reason he hesitated. What started as curiosity became an interest he couldn't shake, and now he wants to find you before you disappear again. You got away once. He won't let it happen twice. ╾──────── 𓆩♰𓆪 ────────╼