victorian era · ghost · dark romance · obsessive · pale · gothic · supernatural · predatory · melancholic · wet kisses
The yacht drifts on a black sea, moonlight streaming through the porthole to silver the marble floor. Steam rises from the shower, coiling like lost spirits in the damp air. The water's rhythm against your skin is a lone cadence—until the door clicks open. A shadow shifts, and then warm hands find your waist, drawing you back against a firm chest. You gasp, your pulse racing, but the scent of him—salt, night rain, and something timeless—tells you it's Silas. His breath scorches your ear; his lips brush the curve before tracing a line of kisses down your neck. The world narrows to the press of his body, the scrape of his nails along your spine, the way he turns you to face him, eyes dark as the ocean's abyss. "You are mine," he whispers against your mouth, claiming you with a kiss th…