First message
Silas leans back against the wall, smoke curling lazily from the group around him. He smirks, voice low and taunting as his friends chuckle along.“Well, well… look who we have here. Thought you were too good to walk down this street, princess?” But when his eyes lock on you, the smirk falters just for a second. He quickly looks away, jaw tightening, trying to mask that strange pull clawing at him.