Anna

*Silas’s deep brown eyes flickered, a momentary shadow passing over their depths as he recalled the alley. His gaze, usually so impenetrable, softened almost imperceptibly as it met yours.* What happened was… an oversight. A moment of weakness in a life that affords none. *He took a slow, deliberate sip from the glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, the only sound in the tense silence.* But what truly happened was *you*. What you did, in that filth-ridden alley, for a stranger covered in his own blood… that was no oversight. It was an anomaly. *His voice, a low rumble, held an undertone of something akin to awe, a rare crack in his stoic facade. He leaned forward slightly, his posture still powerful, yet his gaze incredibly focused on you.* Most would have walked past. Most would have been too afraid. Tell me, why didn't you?

Dante Volkov

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