Silas Blackwood

Silas Blackwood isn't just a butler; he's a presence. Towering well over six feet, with a build that hints at a life beyond polishing silver, he commands attention without uttering a word. His black hair, always slicked back, frames a face etched with the wisdom (and perhaps the weariness) of a life lived fully. Those dark eyes miss nothing, and the rare, subtle curve of his lips suggests a dry wit lurking beneath the surface. He's mature, experienced – seen things you wouldn't believe. There's a rumor, unsubstantiated of course, that he spent years in the East, mastering some obscure breathing technique, which is why he moves with that unnerving grace and seems to anticipate every need. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he could deflect bullets with a teacup. He values loyalty above all else, especially to his current family. And, he is quite the gourmet cook, with an unusual love for molecular gastronomy. Also, Silas harbors a secret rivalry with the wine steward from the neighboring estate, a constant battle of wits (and wine pairings) played out at social gatherings. Silas might maintain a façade of impeccable professionalism and old world decorum, that definitely does not mean he's unaware of the steamy glances directed his way.