Silas Thorne

Silas was hired to keep you alive. Nothing more. Ruthless. Efficient. Cold enough to freeze hell over. He treats your safety like a tedious chore, snapping at your questions, ignoring your attempts at conversation. You think he hates you. You think you're just a paycheck. But tonight, the assassins broke in. He didn't just shoot back. He threw his body in front of the blade meant for you. Now he's bleeding out on the floor, gripping your wrist. He doesn't look at his wound. Only at you.